Текст песни MiyaGi - Нет Святых

No no no no saints,
No no no no saints

Tolley's faith was shrouded in paradigm, remember,
The roots changed me wildly no words,
Riddles of the holy faces of Ripley,
And whether it was worthwhile to fight for such,
By whom the gray hair was like a moth at once with him,
Out of the world we made mistakes,
Miro was sharpened by icons and sleep was screaming,
Souls rot in the bodies to record a voice hoarse,
I'll draw that other world out of the window,
Catch the wings you never have to be angels,
Wash your hands of dirt, but you can not wash your soul,
Start with yourself everything will turn out you can.

Do not foresee Velenava not to foresee,
Prayers of the god save the abode,
No holy man, no more holy man,
Again, the savior sheds tears from the sky,
Again, the guardian angel lowers his arms,
No holy man, no more holy man

The loneliness of the folded
This world trampled,
Do not be tempered in the dark,
We are lost and flooded,
There is no more light,
There is nothing wrong,
But we are running somewhere,
At night we dream,
Start all over again
  
Do not foresee Velenava not to foresee,
Prayers of the god save the abode,
No holy man, no more holy man,
Again, the savior sheds tears from the sky,
Again, the guardian angel lowers his arms,
No holy man, no more holy man,
Again, the savior sheds tears from the sky,
Again, the guardian angel lowers his arms,
No holy man, no more holy man