Текст песни Opening 1 - Когда плачут цикады

Let's forget the fact that our future
Again budёt soiled with blood
If the wind brings warm circles
It is, of course, a sign ...
 
Run! run away
From this unfortunate fate!
You're not a hell of a flower!
In this place
Not the color of it! Not the color of it!
Do not let them drive themselves into a trap!
Shards of time fly silently.
 
Someone grabbed my arm?
Who is stroking my hair?
Now, with shouting germs,
I can feel - it's a sign.
 
Fly! Fly away
From wheel of fortune this hard-core!
You're not a flower from hell!
In this place
Do not drop their petals! Do not drop their petals!
And this is not your seeds!
A different fate ever again sow its sprouts
 
Run! run away
From this unfortunate fate!
You're not a hell of a flower!
In this place
Not the color of it! Not the color of it!
Do not let them drive themselves into a trap!
Shards of time fly silently.
 
A different fate ever again sow its sprouts