Ольга Пулатова - Механический зверь - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Mechanical beast strip; Routes and addresses, elegant branches, markings .. Symbols and icons, written by hand, blood and ashes - red on gray ... even to leave in a dream, I did not want to today - every breath for laziness of the foot. But the lights of high -speed carriages are brighter than the moonlight and the calls of their sirens through the walls ... I love this smell of gasoline and dust, this power, this rumble in electric veins of a mechanical beast in its confident power of history writes on the walls .. pressing us To its chest, a mechanical beast flies, illuminating the road with eyes, bypassing the tip of the peaks, the signal of the abyss cars in the cloud of Gary and Smog. I love this smell of gasoline this power, this rumble in electric veins of a mechanical beast in its confident power of history writes on the walls ..