Текст песни World Games - Лишь почувствуешь ты ярость

Only you feel rage,
Do not rush verb muck,
Do not you feel the sweetness of the words uttered by
And let small threat,
Do not give in the shower cold,
Just as unhappiness thunderstorms
Do not find the corners of the soul.

As a child I was beaten continuously,
Opponents lurking at the corners only,
The whole team hoarded kills me,
Boasting its possession AWP.
And I burned with their family house,
And the ashes scattered over the trigger,
Ever since their voices
Sound in my head.

It is always balanced,
In the heated debate pitiful pawns
And in the mind without speshok Napa,
This song to me.
And find devastation
In their hearts is your decision,
Being a cultural and quiet,
On expletives dense layer.