Текст песни Иден - Ритм бласт-бита

Social cesspool
It absorbs more people
They will not say, "Wait a minute!"
They are not short of ideas.
Their freedom tear
Like the strings on a guitar,
But people live
And when such a collision

Go to hell!
I do not believe you!
Go to hell!
I decided everything himself!

You do not take me by the throat,
Not beckons your orbit,
I live to the sound of heavy chords
And the rhythm of the blast bit!

They believe
What a dream run.
And tell me that
They will attain peace!
People, what happened to courage?
Your life is not worth the publicity,
Lowly people as paper
For the copier with gray paint

Go to hell!
I do not believe you!
Go to hell!
I decided everything himself!

You do not take me by the throat,
Not beckons your orbit,
I live to the sound of heavy chords,
And the rhythm of the blast bit!