Текст песни Психологический Фактор - Кириллий

Empty expectation filled with body
On the basis of broken eternal ills.
Scratch pain dismal cell,
Abode of my two thousand years.

Pen and Parchment I see at night
As the line to answer frantic pulse
I do it and helpless, but I'm over you
I'm the Prince of Darkness cell-freedom baptized

I'm the one who writes the history books,
I'm the one who kills the one that remembers the dawn
I'm singing monk, my name is Cyril
I am the one who created the tale of temporary troubles

I hide behind the pain, behind every act
I am making prayer get your lips
brighten up your miserable humiliation
pale word revenge and fear

Tragedy I burnt through initially,
I'm the one who will tell you the truth, unfortunately,
I am your savior, I'm a genius,
Those who are with me, put on his craft

And the ghostly light peep through the window
The pen does not creak at the streaks of blood
Quietly under the bench cat meows
Monk wrote his eternal woes

I can not hear prayers and suffering
In the glow of the triangular prisms
And after a long silence
He called his creation Life