Текст песни Acropolis - За чертой

Verse 1:
Imagine that the sun was the stove,
It whips us in the eyes.
Melt the eternal dream,
Smelled burning skies.
Mess looks reproachfully,
Flushing the water with dirty hands.
The government's true - under the fence,
The poor do - Frigid corpse.

1 Chorus:
The heart beats, do not knock - lie.
Do you believe in fate, firmly clutching a knife only.
You're one of the veins themselves paved the way
And he stepped over the line, where you do not dare to look.

Verse 2:
The whole world looks like a crematorium,
Burn me, what would I have said nothing!
The newspaper poisoned sea
Vranje - the beginning of all beginnings.
Hurry sun became dust,
Hurry to the world burned in bonfires.
No one is guilty, who is powerless,
And the right not the one who gave greater.

2 Chorus:
For you had one idol - Anger.
Teasing death like a dog bone.
Heart thrown into the fire, next to the face of Christ,
But it is impossible to love here - on seven hills.