Текст песни Триада - Моя Религия

Let's bow our heads ...

Everything is vague, nothing is indicated!
Crowds of fools rush to the sand unsteady,
Burning in flames, the souls fly down a stone,
In datura confusing the main thing with carrion, pour down hail
To stink and happy! Madmen!
And ounces of good lose their function!
Blind rope-walkers on the rope that will tear!
Do you hear the crack? It's time to pray!
Fate in the cracks! Mortal-
Men and women,
Repent! Call for help,
That on earth a sinner rained a healing rain!
In the future, I do not want the past to repeat!
How people walked in thousands for forgiveness,
Families on Sundays, in cells
Wines and potions set-
Priceless heritage sold!
This is the last stage!


My Religion is the last line of defense!
We are like white crows
We circle over the battlefield called Life-
I know exactly, the truth in the Bible!

My Religion is the last line of defense,
We are like white crows
We circle over the battlefield called Life,
Hold on-
Look, do not rush down ...


My Religion, and at its very beginning
Those who shed tears over the years await the signal of the idol-
A symbol of worship, this is not enough!
Hopes, crashing against the rocks,
Piercing the truth, give the force that tears apart
Those who are not important to the breed, it is not the color that matters!
Each of them is heated by the candles of the Temples,
Each of them now heals its wounds!
Errors became a vice, a vice-lesson,
The bitter experience of soldiers, luck is designated-
The distance from Earth to Heaven,
From birth to the final meeting point,
Where they treat Eternity without changing values,
They live by striving to achieve something higher-
Life is the price!
A half-gram of Fidelity and a drop of Faith,
On luck, courage
I'll take with me, leaving for the valley of Infinity ...


My Religion is the last line of defense!
We are like white crows
We circle over the battlefield called Life-
I know exactly, the truth in the Bible!

My Religion is the last line of defense,
We are like white crows
We circle over the battlefield called Life,
Hold on-
Look, do not rush down ...


The theme of trivia gruzish-da,
But what will be
Even the assholes will not be able to say,
What they call themselves fortune tellers,
And people are increasingly talking about the End of the World,
But is not this the end ??? -
From dawn to dawn,
From summer to summer-
It's not somewhere, but here! Already right in us!
After all, I already do not see any living eyes!
Every time looking into the eyes of passers-by,
I see only power .. money ... money ... power ...
Everything is more dangerous and dangerous!
Hopelessness for foul weather!
Unfortunately, repentance remains only in the memories!
Compassion is broken about the inability to feel!
Everything is artificial here!
And doomed to extinction and extermination!
Without a doubt!
My God, what is my generation waiting for ???


My Religion is the last line of defense!
We are like white crows
We circle over the battlefield called Life-
I know exactly, the truth in the Bible!

My Religion is the last line of defense,
We are like white crows
We circle over the battlefield called Life,
Hold on-
Look, do not rush down ...