This song is something like our anthem to the struggles of the world surrounding us, cold and unfriendly, ready to swallow anyone on his or her own. At the same time, the second half of the song is the ultimate answer, powerful and enchanting. It’s bounding and calling up towards unification. Like a feeling of unity between people that may break any obstacle, a certain willingness to keep moving forward, no matter what borders or traps await on the trail. Our life is a war in some cases and this song is a manifest of readiness to fight along with your mates till the very end.
Mixing and mastering by Vladimir Lehtinen.(https://www.facebook.com/vladimirlehtinen)
Produced by Ultar and Vladimir Lehtinen.
lyrics
Blow the dust off your hearts,
That are hidden in iron boxes.
Stretch your hands to the sky,
To see the light and feel the pain,
To understand who is your brother,
And who is a stranger.
Look around and feel the cold truth with your face.
Everything is not as beautiful,
As mothers told their sons.
And the hour will come when it will tear you apart.
(When it will tear you apart)
It's so hard for us to carry this cross,
But we know the right way to go.
We aren't afraid to chose a wrong trail,
Despite that traps await us behind every corner.
We are breaking your traps with our own hands,
We are more than just a noise, we are the swarm!
We're a hungry wolfpack,
Looking for the right way to go.
We aren't afraid to chose a wrong trail,
Let a trap await us behind each corner.
We are breaking your traps with our own hands,
We're more than just a noise, we are the swarm!
Lyrics by Mark Znak.
Translate by Savely Nevzorov.
Сдуйте пыль с наших сердец,
Что таятся в железных коробках.
Протяните руки к небу,
Что бы увидеть свет и почувствовать боль,
Что бы понять кто здесь брат,
А кто здесь чужой.
Оглянись, почувствуй холодную правду своим лицом,
Здесь не все так красиво,
Как рассказывали матери своим сыновьям,
Мир наполненный злобой и гноем,
он следит за тобой.
и наступит тот час, когда он разорвет тебя по частям.
разорвет по частям.
Нам так тяжело нести этот крест,
Но мы знаем правильный путь.
Мы не боимся свернуть не туда,
Пусть за каждым углом поставлен капкан.
Мы ломаем ваши ловушки своими руками,
Мы больше чем шум, мы стая!
Стая голодны волков,
Что ищут правильный путь.
Мы не боимся свернуть не туда,
Пусть за каждым углом поставлен капкан.
Мы ломаем ваши ловушки своими руками,
Мы больше чем шум, мы стая!
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