Текст песни Out!

Sufferings on your face erase anything you called prosperity Now the stones are your shells against the fucking enemies. It's not brutality God! The blood is everywhere, on the ground the mud is a cemetery There's no reason to survive for you…evil fatality Go! From territory! Out! The enemies! There's not brutality There's not insanity Sufferings on your face erase anything you called prosperity Now the stones are your shells against the fucking enemies. It's not brutality Sorry for my opinions, it doesn't matter my nationality Just to fight, justified to hate, justified to kill , that's my ability …And you with your gun, you are proud to make justice I will die to delay your joy Go! From territory! Out! The enemies! There's not brutality There's not insanity