Текст песни materic - на месте погибшего дерева вырастет лес

the day when the grin was replaced in vain glee
firing without looking emaciated in the vaults of roofs
who is the master of your fate of
it was the turn on their shoulders to carry the wreckage of their homes
in their place now nothing can cast a shadow
stop kissing cold hands beckoning
razognuvshis expose their fruitless promises
and continue to believe that the eclipse - a symbol not of a new era
and the inevitable transition into it
will flow shroud cold sweat
breaking all usual gentle embrace of sleep