Текст песни Aрия - Дай Жару.

What kind of mournful faces?
Tears flow in a stream, and rain in addition
You're spreading your hands
Case pipe
You can easily sleep
We are buried alive, and the bill is paid
All say goodbye to us
The funeral ball
More silence is not possible
Humor is more black than night
One can help
Our blow!

Give me the heat!
To know
Give me the heat!
To know how to do business
While not rusted
Give me the heat!

Where are the men in metal?
Where is the nature of the eagle, and the tiger's tread?
Grinded the rock
Dancing enemies
We rise from the dust
We will not play other people's games
Being fashion freaks
We are not with our hands
Off, the undertaker, out of the way
To hell with wreaths and flowers
Heals from deafness
Our blow!