Улыбайся Ветру - Катастрофы - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Flood is mocking the last city, and finally, she sighs with full breasts and flourishing. They shook: "Glory, glory of a car of progress! More products! More, more food for us! " We will melt our sins with blood. Clouds will hide the sun, flooding the last city, the fire will burn the last house. And finally, she sighs - it is free from the shackles.