Текст песни Angels Of The New Short Story - Среди них больше нет нас

Leave everything in its place,
You do not need time to forgive.
Among them are no more of us!
To vote for the living.

Without black spots in their hearts,
Blurring the trail behind him,
It makes no sense to return everything back,
And with them go down to hell.

Sun light
closes us
From suspicion
And prying eyes

your hand
In my hand
Your hand in mine!

A waste of effort and victories!
To die simply fall
At the bottom of the dream, into the abyss of hope,
Nepytayas something to understand.

The traitor himself, a murderer yourself!
More everything possible to stop,
The last step, you stand in line,
Are you ready to change everything.