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текст песни

Complex fate of the world
Dance at the bottom of the well
The sounds of the lyre
Walk the sun

Someone, because it will be against
Someone will be nervous
I don't know the measure
But you will become my first
After hostilities
Screams will remain in the world
But I'll tear her hands
This filthy lyre

Sprinkling the soul
True, a little nervous
I don't know the measure
But you will be my first

First, given this will
Pristine pain
Bow to fragments
Our names with you
The air smells of blood
Written with love
New page of the dark side

Here, my magic
He gains paints again
In this fairy tale scary, but
There will be little affection only

Hunger, faithful, a sign of happiness
To become well -fed, you will find you
I'm already your Nietzsche, and you are my Germany

First, given by will
Pristine pain
Bow to fragments
Our names with you
The air smells of blood
Written with love
New page of the dark side