My happiness - our death
Spinning in the dance
And we will fly to the bullet on the third beat
And it is not hurting you,
I'll cover you from death
Taking your love yourself
memory left on the grave

my blood will soak the ground
Memory and dispel the sky
tonel the end I do not shine
two faces of the world crying

My daughter's dead, I'm just a clot
ashes - the old days, molesting us
and there, and there was a family in our birth
the [bad word] it is we, for the process of spiritual [bad word] 

We do not what other people meal
We ourselves know how to hurt them
When surrounded by nothing but [bad word] 
Heart blood splatters wild