Sense in the ice
our drift or a nail in the head
in a rowing boat
with one oar, ahead of the storm
No gold is dug from the soul now
doesn't whisper when it's time to shout
more blood and a new war
more blood and more provocation
Who wants and has to and get to live
when it rains soil in the churchyard
why is it so hard to understand
silence is not golden
Opera for the poor
we will get there now Noisily crawling
gentlemen sing
laughing our women in crooked ways
Money and evil I try to explain here
but I always notice: the more stupid they pull
more shit in the pants, a new war
shit and more provocation
Who wants and has to and gets to live< br/>when it rains soil the church ground
why is it so hard to understand
silence is not golden
Truth-teller speaks and doesn't care
even if a hundred kills a man
a thousand deaths behind me I leave and take
a thousand deaths halfway

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