Текст песни Olivia - Мы не имеем права на ошибку

We do not have room for error,
We do not forgive, because you know, huh?
Blurred face all illusory shaky,
Above us and beneath us emptiness.

You can not back and sides is forbidden,
Go through the barrage of ardent hatred.
Breathing rancid cigarette smoke,
I you are in for a snowstorm called.

Knut gauntlet of (not) false smiles
They chased us with you more than once.
Kill like, well, here we are alive,
Go forward, not lowering his eyes.

We breathe, smiling ironically,
We just have - out of spite, and contrary.
Chagall on the bones, and everything is fine:
Sharp swords of truth and strong.

Moral rotten dropping like skin,
On black wings let us strive upwards.
Knowing that the most precious thing,
Of the hundreds of angry we choose life.