Текст песни Чёрный принц - Отчаянье. - Начало десятилетней зимы

Who will bind your cuts? Who patch the holes in their souls?
Right great - branding iron. The fate of the faceless - silent and listen.
Winters are getting longer, it is not like in this world.
Adults slowly numb, then the weapon will stand children.

Meaner polished steel breeze. The snow underfoot bog-mating.
Children have not yet learned the death. Death - it is something from the world of fairy tales.
Fear and panic reigns cold. Glass tremble under the pressure of the cold.
Children bypass patrol the city. The world outside they do not need.

Children walk barefoot on the stone. Air scratchy - not breathe.
Whoever in the night closes the shutters, do not leave yourself a chance.
Time to sculpt a hero. Time to bend under him the basics.
Children are doomed system, if a new campaign crusade.

God save us from all ailments! Vain prayers on his deathbed.
Bitter keep flying over the sea: no help and hope too.
Who expects to end wearily who hammered deeper into the hole.
Rats flee their basements, only rats and not let the city.

God save us from our destinies! This winter, no end and no edge.
Every night freeze people just lay down and die.
Before my eyes - the body of the crucified, dead moan tearing ears.
Children bring this oath, no one dared to disturb.

Children go. I carry their flag. I gave them warm up the crumbs.
Let the sparks from the flame flares up, anticipating the end of an era ...

If the maelstrom of madness is black if the trouble lay a snare,
If the parents have fallen into a coma, so the children will come to the streets