Текст песни Memorials - Твердь

We have to get wet in the rain . He did not pass.
It is not transparent drops, red and hot .
Each drop of martyr and oppression
Millions unjustified reasons.

Year after year we get stuck in the puddle.
Under the feet disappeared solid ground ,
And then only deeper , but worse ,
And the rain pours all the blood of our souls ,
                       Forgotten in the dust .