Текст песни Пост Мортем - Синантропы

Sinanthropus

I
In order to illuminate their path, we were granted the fire,
But ... we napalm burned away widows of our wives.
Bonfires are lit ... for those who are surrounded by a ring of enemies ,
Call ... drove the heretics in general paddock.

And that day ... That 's scary, black, hot day
Under the sirens ... they will come to your house , burn people.
Where the limit of evil ... When all taken away and forever,
Will know , standing in front of a pile of burnt bodies .

White as chalk ... And this death roundabout
End, but only at the moment when one is already at the walls
Donkey ... adding to the gallery ... empty ... views
Where each of its small smoldering personal Hell.

Decay and carrion ... ash falling on the shoulders ,
And a herd of weak judges , and those just right.
Who fiery cascade ... burns , fire baked ,
Scraping to the bone, and the tears turning into ashes.

chorus
Synanthropes ... like gray rats
Parasites misanthropes ... with nothing to think.
Give them faith ... assortment of guns,
In turn tyrants ... ordinary people .

II
We talked bullets .. and brought to death ..
We buried the gods we worship the wind .. ..
and smoke of war .. hot spots on maps .. ..
children and machines .. oil .. and Democrats ..

a stolen air inclusions .. cesium radium ..
precipitation dangerous .. and we all spend more ..
the rumble of Nagasaki Hiroshima ..
We waited Kishtim .. Chelyabinsk- 40, Fukushima ..

Aum Shinrikyo Johnstown .. 78 ..
so that people imbued with sorrow to the bone marrow
Why do we need space ? remained Resources ..
peoples of the beaten course .. and so sad ..

but there is an art .. and here still dancing bones ..
I'm not a man-made monument erected .. it out of spite
facts and truths .. my reasons and meanings ..
one that dances the waltz .. and next we had ..