Текст песни Sorta - Цветы Мести

Crushing all the new countries,
Eating nations
Stride across the seas
New Gods -
The old thieves,
Who took courage
Proclaim
His holy thing
In the name of saving
Selected
Spread the plague of poverty
Topcu boots flowers

The cowardly gods,
Their fear is increased,
Fences, cordons, and ditches
It is not saving
from paranoia,
Forgotten by guilt.
Night in a cold potu-
their tortured dreams
in the pits of waste
in the eyes of poverty,
deep traces of boots,
Place flowers bloom.

Now we know
where every next time
Eight Gods
Bared his stinking mouth.
Placing traps
always one step ahead
black and red fire
Spot Color to flash.