Текст песни Teach me violence - Колокол

Bronze bell in the tower
Grave hum hum,
That fire was fearless,
To people mad
Holiday ruled on a pile
Mutilated bodies.

Sound raced in the smoky field
Repeating the word "death."
And horror and pain
The holes were hiding Fox,
A frightened bird
Lёtom vzrezyvali firmament.

Then he called, just singing,
By the creative struggle,
Users peaceful villages,
People take hammer plow,
Despising the heat and cold,
Temples built themselves.

And then he died, sleepy,
And dreamed shepherdess:
"It is true, god love,
Approaching the target light,
Gentle roar flute
Saddened by the reeds. "