Текст песни I.Witness Tragedies

Absorbing the indifference of weights, we aspire to be closed behind dead walls.
But no locks can protect you from the statistics, calculations and plans
It is the inventory of death on a fresh paper.
These figures and lines could never show those persons who is gone now
Death of one is tragedy, death of millions is one million tragedies
All your feelings, acts and love сan become an expiring year result.
In archives getting dusty fathers and their children,
Illnesses, tempers and the whole lives.
It is painful to feel that many long years are only percent and numbers in fresh article.
All that remains from the lived life is only ashes and a dust in mechanism milstones