Текст песни Volk Blood - Признание

fate would have it, I have to fight for night
After twenty-first century, and no ideas in my world there is no place
After all, I do not want to close amid the walls and flattering, il secular foams
To forget what I decided to be as breakfasts kofeshke warming

There is a plan of the ideals mature in life can my destiny
Be schizo their problems, il ghost in the eyes of the people
I wanted to fly high but the risk is great abyss with nothing
And seen near my end, just a stone does not fall off the shoulders

My happiness like a ball, drag it to your mountain
Shaky obviously the first step, I am still on it moryus
Charm your not raise its rating among vipers
Biting on all sides - the originality not accept

Let recognition do not hear from you
I do not chase for the title, but do not like the Nameless
 to board luck. I am now ready
not perceive seriously, but menacing those who waited ...