Текст песни Materia Prima - Раб Золотых Оков

Your peace is rude and weak
Full of close dreams.
You're just a slave
Golden shackles.

You can not keep up here ..
Be ready to hurry
To sell yourself,
Void to buy.

Your life is faceless and empty
You have not been waiting for miracles for a long time.
Those who sold, do not get off the cross,
They will only help

The flame of heaven, the fire of heaven.

Let in the eyes of excitement,
And in the soul "zero".
All at the start again
Make good.

For a piece of struggle.
Infinite term.
Let your fate
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