Текст песни Время жатвы - Создатель боли

Creator pain

Person who creates pain!
You gave it all without measures.
The clock smoldering digit zero,
Pytaeshsya you live, but around - chimeras.

You rose from the dead stars,
You grow through dirt graves
You hammered the last nail
In the palm of those he loved.

I did not know the good, not seen evil -
You were the messenger and prophet of war.
And the soul vnos having burnt to ashes,
You fell asleep on the palms of God,
And dreamed.

Astern dead water.
Zacherpnёsh - in the hands of blood and tears.
You keep saying: it does not matter!
Only your boat takes day by day.

But the blood - water and tears - salt.
Where was the Garden of Eden - swirling smoke.
And the person who created the pain,
Can not be in a different.
I did not know the good, did not know evil -
You were the messenger and prophet of war.
And the soul vnos having burnt to ashes,
You fell asleep on the palms of God,
And dreamed.