Филип Киркоров - пися
текст песни

Infected by pain

A fortress of the youth
We know how much it’s over to you
He does what he has a right to
Consider to forward the world at those
They are ready for reality

It was my fault – now give me the answer
You’re all fanatics

Pound your father again and again
Ever lifted what I’d bowed down again
We are forming through integrity
Into the herd unreal for so long

I’ve seen Caligula bowed down on his knees
Fading slowly, his haughtiness has failed
Flame that had fed his vanity brutally
Simultaneously put him into oblivion
And death