Для живых

Show me the truth lies in the ocean ,
Find it for me lies in the mirror of death,
Tell me how to live , dying every day.
I do not want to be , if you have not been.
I do not understand how people are killing each other ,
I do not understand why the price tag on love to hang ?
I hate when the conversation is interrupted phrases Tipo :
" There is where the muddy ? ", " Kumar me ", " dying " .
Fuck you ! Go get well !
Assistant saw me , his eyes cutting parishioner
I do not go blind from your test , so here Merge , faster still breathing ...
I know what it cost to throw a handful of earth on the coffin friend
Dots on the veins - kickback securities
I know that my words for someone to be peas on the wall,
And I do not for the dead to the living - weapon !

CHORUS:
For the memory of the dead to the living weapons
For the memory of the dead to the living weapons
For the memory of the dead to the living weapons
For the memory of the dead and
For the memory of the dead to the living weapons
For the memory of the dead to the living weapons
For the memory of the dead to the living weapons
For the memory of the dead for the memory of the dead ...

For the memory of the dead Dots , scored in the shower , nothing is forgotten .
Memory. Coffin lid is not covered , some abrasions in the shower
Who will bring the loss of sea of gold , but he did not disdaining takes blows .
Carrying his own cross , we do not look back , do not look at the past ,
Sublime, vulgar , but all the same corrupt and from not important
A fall in the same pit twice - it's not even seriously .
So how much is a painless death in the world ,
Where dying people think only wider
Where mercilessly while building new barriers
Where brother throws his brother , a ship without a return
Where only black and white , where the mind and plan
Where have your fun, but without the beer is bedlam
Where relaxation, how many did not give, and all Zapara
Where screaming to wake the dead live accounts

CHORUS

We Dots . We talk about what we see, our eyes close without the use of only strain uncle.
I do not want to see their friends in zinc coffins , that's the last time you my word .
War - shit politicians , and we disentangle it at the cost of hundreds of thousands of lives .
Let the only monument in five years , and all is forgotten . Tell me I konyukturschik then replied quickly , you shit ?
I will say one thing: Come back home quickly , send his son there ,
Perhaps then you will understand that there are tears of mothers losing their children because of people like you - political whores !