Предательская [Predatelskaya] [English translation]

Cache:

I was there, I heard everything, I saw everything,

My blood stopped pulsing,

Once he came to the surface.

I realised then we all are sold,

We are spun around a phallus' axis.

The one who used to be our God betrayed us,

He used to go with us through everything, and it turned out to be a backfire,

Shock, as if it was an electric shock.

Teka:

We slept on ashes

Of our sick houses

And breathed air

On the same land

We turned the days like pages,

Like a one single river

We slowly

Flowed up

Cache:

My whole system falled apart,

The foundation cracked,

Nothing left

The black and white became a gray mass

Make sure to check your many in front of the cash-register

No need to validate the ones of us

This somehow reminds of marasmus symptoms

And your mind is slipping

Teka:

There are no tears in the desert

Uprising of dreams

The consciousness

Does't respond the request

We believed him

And now it for sure

Will kill us

One by one

Cache: Without knowing words we can't hear them

(Teka: How are we supposed to live with this now?)

Cache: We only breathe, breathe unintentionally

Without knowing words we can't hear them

We only breathe, breathe unintentionally

Teka: There are no tears in this desert...

Cache: Emtiness. The dors are broken

Teka: The consciousness doesn't respond...

Cache: Bleak moonlight is the answer to our facelessness

Teka: We used to believe him

Cache: There's nothing to look for, no love, we don't believe

Teka: One by one now

Cache: Barbarism, unbearable barbarism

(Teka: How are we supposed to live with this now?)

Cache: Without knowing words we can't hear them

We only breathe, breathe unintentionally

My heart beats to the rithm of metronome

The time is flowing

It will never come back

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