13.03.2021
One percent out of a hundred
Just hyenas and jackals are aroundAnd, smiling, they'll drop an avalanche
Each one will say: 'I'm your friend'(Your friend)
Then will stab a knife in your back
Give them your hand, give them your soul
They'll gobble and won't forgive
Give them your money, don't listen, anyone,
Come on the celebration day on the bones
Their masks mean a laugh
Their truth is a pain
It's not my way with them
Their flock is a bottom
Only a circle of the close friends
One family
One percent out of a hundred
And it's a long time to wait for a miracle
That our train won't go out of its path
And the ark won't sink
The 'Shuttle' will fly out, but we won't save ourselves
After all, this world is managed, this world is managed
by the gunpowder and lead
What will be further with us, further with us?
Is it further the end for all of us?
They pretend the other heroes instead of themselves
Playing the roles of mighties, in real life they're faceless
To stay in trend is their faith
Look up around there are the sheep worn in the wolves skins
Salesmen-punks, patriarchs-junky
They'll grab your valuables, don't forget
In a world where everything can be exchanged for money
Just don't open the door anybody
And it's a long time to wait for a miracle
That our train won't go out of its path
And the ark won't sink
The 'Shuttle' will fly out, but we won't save ourselves
After all, this world is managed, this world is managed
by the gunpowder and lead
What will be further with us, further with us?
Is it further the end for all of us?