Millions... In a sea of heads To the beat of a new song without words Because in return for the pain of our torments The time will come like a mill And will act The time will come when in return for your march We will overcome you in charges Without charging Without end..., without Wash our hearts Music will also be playing for us You will be howling that... We, out of anger, and we out of anger So many victims You will pay, only you For every torment, for every one Bayonets in the brain as punishment Daggers in the neck In return for so many sighs So many tears May every one of you die Like a dog And may the world reject you Erase every trace of you... On the great grave stands a Sphinx Who will shout To the left, left, left And to the left!!!