Стивен Кинг - Туман - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Description: Fog came to a small provincial town - exactly from nowhere. The fog thickened above the narrow streets, crawled out the windows of the houses. And from the fog came - death.

Death is many -sided, always hungry, eternally eager for human blood! The death, whose name is the hordes of monsters, are not too terrible not just for real life - for a nightmare.

Death, taking away more and more new lives ...

And now a handful of miraculously surviving brave men took refuge, as in the besieged fortress, for now - so far! - Safe walls of a supermarket. But from the safe tiny bastion of humanity sooner or later you will have to go out - in a deadly fight with a nightmare ...