Текст песни Sutura - Turks

Your point of view
 
Depends on limit
From insignificant quake
Of milling the wind
To the very last breathe 

Mate.Feed.Kill.pit
Die yourself, meat

First is for those
Who was born from the paper
Social system children
Cut their lifes by the plans

The second one 
Is brutal thing
For nature-living
Wild beasts

No need for words
The only force
You’re just a meat
You are weak worm
No need for words
The only force
You’re just a meat
You are weak worm

Both kinds of human
Can not feel the border
Of the life space
Which has form of a sphere
No reason for life and
No-reason reflections 
Both kinds of a human
Deny this connection  
Some of them are
Quite good and make so much
They must keep the silence
About things we cannot touch