Текст песни П.о.С.Т. - Боль

Pain blows dust of centuries
Light rogged cities
As an arrow pierces time
Through the consciousness of being
In the mouth of hellish fire
Turns in dust for century

Pain passes through you
The pain that is not waiting
Pain at any time
Pain was always alone

Froze in stone hundreds of persons
There are no pages in the Book of Dead
Pain keeps sadness sorrow
Through the nonsense of hostility
In the abyss of eternal depths
From generation to generation!

May not be given to understand
Immense arms
Thought in his limit
Unable to escape
We do not choose fate
It will still be more painful