Текст песни Freezers - Эпидемиологический контроль

This disease does not kill me,
But burned inside my nerves
In each cell to instill it,
Immunity exhausted reserves.
It eats me alive
The pain gradually replace ecstasies,
Only my voice in the subconscious
Give orders bold.
Possession heavy burden ...
Why on the lips of your name?
Give me your hand, I feel the pulse,
Touch - amnesia.
I do not try to understand,
So impulsively struggling at times,
What is causing reality to lose
Hell is going on with us.

Chorus
Epidemiological Control
It does not recognize our pain,
Do not limit our freedom.
Half of the country's population
to defeat ill
Infected love.

This disease does not kill you,
But imperceptibly flows in your veins.
Surrender your I,
As of close confinement in the walls.
At midnight there will come a collapse
Common thoughts and willpower.
Get used to it, now you're a slave
This inexplicable pain.
The smell of summer and the morning light ...
So hard to keep emotion.
Give me your hand, and there is no pain.
Amnesia - touch.
Contrary, even if the pain
Ugas, will go nicely,
We will be doomed with you
Living in anticipation of relapse.

This disease is combined you and me,
He made us one piece, mix our blood.
The disease did not let anyone understand.
Someone once called it the word & quot; love & quot ;.