Текст песни Kith Moinofyo - На закате демократии

In the twilight of democracy
Appeal to the Mother of God
RATED, but few,
Condemned, but not understood.

Not reached you, bipeds,
The fact that we are almost helpless?

Against supostatikov power
Desecrate democracy
They went out to fight the unequal girls,
As the wind goes to the mill.

In irons, but to pay homage to the king?
The justice can not believe ...

But in the prison of the soul does not rot,
Though run as the Blade.
And a prayer against the demon,
The measure was useful to

Once again demonstrate
We have the power of his iron it.

But we are silent and think:
"Will understand the opposition"
And we are afraid even to say aloud,
What we are opposed to these principles,

On that dirty money power
It makes fall to his knees.

And someone is like.
And the walls we hide our faces.
Otpahal their dvenadetsat,
Yes, we would rather get drunk.

It is not so tired
In the hearts of die knights

I look more painful than in the mirror,
At sunset, democracy,
(There I see a lonely).
The sky with the sun somewhere hidden.

Soon there will be also other,
And until it's your turn ...