10 degete [English translation]

The world ends ... ends

I must fall under the Sun.

Verse I:

There are too many mothers crying for their children

And hate theyr fate that they was left alive

Genocide war crimes hear them all

Blood is made water, brother fights with brother

If there were tears left now I would have cried

Because I find the match between life and death too tight

It's just a step you don't take

It is always but someone chose the moment

Look around look good and everything

Another flood will follow shortly

Too many Gomorrah too many Sodomites

Too many people who get sad every day

Everyone thinks they found the highest secrets

They step on the corpes, to run with curses

Anathema insults always insults

There is no love anymore but animals in heat

And the only thing I can think of

Is because of hatred no children were born

But only copies of the repeated wars

I am afraid of life as I am for death

Too raw it seems to me the irony of fate

Give birth to life as you count your dead

Ten fingers and you're wondering now

Why for some time, ten is not enough

Chorus:

Ten fingers on both hands and so many dogs

For each of those you rely on

Ten fingers in your hands, lie yourself

That maybe it will be much better tomorrow

Ten fingers on both hands and so many dogs

For each of those you rely on

Ten fingers in your hands, lie yourself

That maybe it will be much better tomorrow

Verse II:

Too many questions too few answers

You live involuntarily unconscious but still

In front of the gate now, in court

To the right of Allah or Nirvana sought

All the lie on the earth

Just seems to be, just a bad dream

Religion should born harmony

And yet thousands of people die daily from stupidity

You know almost everything about nothing

You think you're too young to try to change a little

More tragic now seems to me to say

You are no longer big than with a little soul

I pick up the word reconciled with the thought

That everyone else will follow in the end

And deep down in my heart I would like to find

Belief in that thing that stops me from stopping

And I avoiD showing it too often

Because from this hate I start to get tired

To turn you the cheek, you pay attention to the girls

I have boxing in the left hand I am ready to crush you down

Because you got bumps on your face

I have three fingers that I count my friends in life

And the remaining seven for each

Head of the grass with which I make myself dust

Chorus:

Ten fingers on both hands and so many dogs

For each of those you rely on

Ten fingers in your hands, lie yourself

That maybe it will be much better tomorrow

Ten fingers on both hands and so many dogs

For each of those you rely on

Ten fingers in your hands, lie yourself

That maybe it will be much better tomorrow

• Artist:Bitză