Текст песни Diagens - Ножи Минорных Дней

hold hands
sharper tochi
knives foreign minor days

All anger Skopje
a vberi
in his hand the killer has become a hot

Looking into the sky black and gray clouds
cunning plan built razlomany brain
gray wind sang crackling wires
clang enticing at the abstract coup
he sat and he waited a few hours
and he thought the purpose of his holy
in steel it reflects only a crazy look
and from the evil of darkness whispering voices.

what purpose? what it leads? the terrible way,
which soon became the last for you.
Suppose you decided for yourself that this is your meaning,
let light prison hide
or wet ground
but you do not remember standing behind him
all those to whom you are dear, who are waiting for you home

let it be a fight where shoulder to shoulder
will all stand together
not the crowd with a bunch of knives just kill
many examples here and in the blood of knives,
tears and grief with relatives in the eyes
grief and sorrow black dark days
your goal is to create everything?