Текст песни Radio Cambodia - Пыль

we hate the day

we despise people

and each time gathering a pack

violate bans disobedient children

proud of it and go to party

 

get out of the hole

follow me

every breath as last while young

swallow the fire on the edge of the night gliding

we don't know the word can't

 

morning shoot me a bullet new day

bright light will wake up the remnants of sleep

what happened to us yesterday

let it remain dust on the grid of the old calendar

 

everything will become dust

become you and me

while we are young

stop the clock

everyone will become dust

we have nothing to lose

And our 5 hearts will beat forever to the beat