Текст песни Время жатвы - Создатель боли

Man creates pain!
You gave it all without measure.
The clock smoldering figure zero
You're trying to live, but around - Chimera.
You rise from the dead stars,
You grow through dirt graves,
You hammered the last nail
In the palm of those he loved.
I did not know the good, did not see the evil -
You were the messenger and prophet of war.
And the soul again having burnt to the ground,
You fell asleep on the hands of God,
And I am dreaming.
Astern dead water.
Zacherpnёsh - in the hands of the blood and tears.
You keep saying: it does not matter!
Only your day-to-day boat carries.
But the blood - water and tears - salt.
Where was the Garden of Eden - swirling smoke.
And the man who created the pain,
No longer able to become one.
I did not know the good, the evil did not know -
You were the messenger and prophet of war.
And the soul again having burnt to the ground,
You fell asleep on the hands of God,
And I am dreaming.