作词 : Andrii Pechatkin
 作曲 : Andrii Pechatkin/Yurii Kazarian/Stanislav Bobritskiy/Evgen Karamushko/Dima Dudko/Serhii Darienko
Poisonous flowers of violence
Grow and prosper everywhere
No prophets left to see the crime
No one feels the pain done
Like a mountain stream
Violence devours the stone
Inglorious powers burn the crown
They meanly crash the roots
I will never forget your boots
On my face
On my face
I grow a tree out of the blackest seeds
I water it with violent deeds
And when I harvest all the thoughts
I turn them into bloody spots
My tree springs up of all the dark
I cherish it with silent notes
And then, I harvest all its fruits
My needs are never satisfied
Inglorious powers burn the crown
They meanly crash the roots
I will never forget your boots
On my face
On my face