Текст песни Лютомысл - Homo Vulgaris

HOMO VULGARIS

From light sought,
But hanged
Pёtley jealous rage
The poor in spirit,
Well-fed belly
You will not find freedom
Praying at each other,
Reason disease
Trying to ignore
Louder b pride,
Honor yes conscience
From the throne of manure broadcast

Only dragons you will not be condemned,
But as long as you are not in the ground
Shields hypocrisy haul before him will,
After all, broken swords and armor in the shit

His eternal light
Forever extinguished
For those whose eyes are capable of
See only a mirage of importance,
And his own kind

How not to break your word,
But it makes no sense
Space in the brain,
And not between them,
The source of your troubles
Bury empty
Transfused into the void
Bane will anyway
Pitiful and insignificant