Текст песни Gods Tower - Ludzi Na Balocie

In the region alone,
Where fade wind which passes path
Where trees are dying -
There is no hope with the will in the eyes.
Between the deserts - the abyss,
Where everyone pulls his own hump,
This region of silence -
Marsh and his people ...

 Between the slope of trees, wet
I hope the will not take one.
Life is like an actress,
What's in the room are killed, dark and empty.
Snags during carotid
Self float limply straight down,
For the roof, with the bread -
What is necessary for those who grew up in a lie?

 Between the two deserts - the abyss,
And his own hump then pulls each of us
How to become worthy of the fact,
When you go over bumps all the time?
In the eternal mistrust:
Neighbor guards to pick up your house,
Under the sun of treason gray
Swallows swamp us all alive ...

 This region of silence -
Swamp edge with its population.
Rejecting the fight,
Or do you like a stump, did not completely deaf?
Saying no further costs.
For the "well-being" sold his soul in vain.
And the time to say the truth:
Live drowning, no more chances.