Текст песни Артур Месчян - Глухой вопль

From the murmur of deaf grief,
you are not always the same night,
lucky game, this is a cruel second,
cross the open front, your eyes away.

On the stage of this mysterious life,
in today's uncompromising, deaf silence,
tomorrow you will reach the light,
unless you get stuck in the plains and become homeless.

Dead hopes, faded faith
you are not the keeper of a cold grave.
this is just the sleep of sleep that will pass
only that the light on the stage does not go out.

Fourth wave wildlife threat
before he steps under your feet
you know smile, your nerves,
so that you do not lose sight of the herd.

This is your road, load of patience
you are not a half-dead root.
let them hit you and rejoice for a moment,
keep your eyes on the upcoming battles and look away

And be careful one by one