Singer: Louna

The more disputes in the world -
The less truth in it
Burn the seed of discord -
Yes, burn it with fire.

In mind the essence of magic.

With a clean slate! Just becoming one of those
Who timid not was beginning its takeoff run.
Up, spread its wings, and believing in your success
Dare dream do come true the common man.

The country is in poverty, but year after year
Of emergency vehicles protected by the cops
Their wives are servants of the people
To gloss Windows of expensive boutiques.
At the time, as long as the sales bitches
Sawing the country for their own benefits
Boils our blood and contract the hands
Painfully into a fist.

You are a slave of the system, you're rubbish.

We are against those who are against us because we are not them.

If it's us, it may be, you or me
Would be able to change something within yourself.

Whispering prayers and dreams
People look up,
And the answer flies out of the void
Only rain and snow.

When you leave the force to give the soul its heat
Exalt all that was, but don't be sorry, everything is gone.

The masks are falling down, it seemed to them that can
Living in the shadow of the curtains, to death, to play someone's role.
But, alas, Mr. X - sooner or later
Masks fall from their faces, and goes on bis only naked king!

Look back, and began the run - rate that it was before.
And he lifted up his eyes, take a new step up
Only by understanding what is expected next.

How convenient: paid Paradise, our Lord forgives all,
Rape and kill, deceive, betray - confession of plus, minus sin.

And while we have something to say, we at the fist clutching his hand,
Not silent, and we yell, igniting the heart fire.
And until our lights go out every note, every string
For the sake of "tomorrow" here and now we are in this fight.

Hey, Wake up, Wake up! Not a time to be silent!
Hold on, come on, we have something to say!
Clench your fist, and your heart open! Rise and Shine!