Children are Targets, Children are Killers (feat. Cosmocats, "Элизиум - Дети

Verse 1
Their bodies are frail and the souls are too helpless
To endure this pain – all around’s so healthless
They are living their lives
Pain is all they’ll inherit
Their lives are too bitter 
And that’s all our “merit”

In the cramped world that’s sick
With our weird ideas
What’s waiting for them? – 
It is not really clear
As an impact on them of this adult [bad word] 
Children draw in their pictures only death and [bad word] 

 [bad word] 
Someone’s damned, dirty lust 
Children pain, piercing shout
The got-used are grown-ups,
All the others are out
Can you see: our ships right [bad word] aground 
Our children are aim. Go ahead – look around!

 [bad word] I

Children are targets
Of adult ambitions
Children are hostages 
Of eternal traditions
Of our avidity and the rest evil flaws
Adult games they are playing,
But their death it will cause

Verse 2
And they no longer care:
Someone’s fright, someone’s tears.
They’re hunting you down
One emotion – they sneer.
And the price of your life – 
Just the cost of a [bad word] dose
They’ll tear you to pieces
To get money for fixes
They will choose their victim
For the torturous killing
And that’s all just for fun -
Nothing more they are feeling
They won’t spare your life 
They will take their loot
No sense crying for mercy
They’re [bad word] just [bad word] 

 [bad word] 
Childhood’s full of dreams,
Hopes and no evil twists
Childhood is the world
That no longer exists
Can you see: our ships
Right [bad word] aground
And a great storm begins
Go ahead! Look around!

 [bad word] II

Children are killers, we are the targets
Just senseless fury – we are the puppets
Life was [bad word]  life was [bad word] to them
They are the victims with hope of [bad word] hangmen!

 [bad word] 
How can we estimate children’s hopes, their dreams?
What can we leave to them except for those ailing seams?
Can you see our ships right [bad word] aground?
We can’t stop ourselves – we are breaking the bounds!

 [bad word] III
Children are targets – children are killers!
 [bad word] out – no longer they hear us
What will you see there, when you look at their eyes?
It was just windy – but terrible storm there will rise!