FalseHate - К свободе
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Rusty chains chose the body,
Your strength with red dust from veins
Fly away, but you are stubbornly
Run faster, destroy your captivity.

To feel the wind, he bites his lips ...

But iron mouths are cut into the skin,
Gritting your teeth, you proudly drink pain
Tearing the dead ground,
Desperately eager to run forward!

To feel the wind, he bites his lips ...
His cold burns his chest ...
Push off and into the sky, straightening the gray wings ...
You want to take off, you want to take off
You want to fly up !!!

You beat in a fist, burned the last forces,
You are torn from the arms of a red -hot world,
Leaving dirty wounds, you tear off the shackles,
Faster, in the arms of freedom !!!

You feel the wind, he bites his lips ...
His cold burns his chest ...

You beat in a fist, burned the last forces,
You are torn from the arms of a red -hot world,
Leaving dirty wounds, you tear off the shackles,
Faster, in the arms of freedom !!!
In the arms of freedom !!!

You feel the wind, he bites his lips ...
His cold burns his chest ...