Текст песни The Crossed - Одна Ненависть

A hatred of one love,
Our hero is still alive
But his hands erased in the blood
Currently there are no forces
Empty excuses
Only weak chooses death
And writing wills
Give me everything
everything that is in thee
Give me everything
like in a nightmare
A hatred of one love
He became the crossed
His flesh united
with soul
he wants to live no time to die
let's go over the heads of
will present pain enemies
you and I will not be sorry
because the only purpose it makes sense
read my lips
do not need words, they do not mean anything
many signs of sounds mixed numbers in his head
I would dig my eyes
to see a new world new world without such