Текст песни Крест - Циклон

Cyclone

The gale wind blows me away
I stand over a cliff, I believe in myself
A whirlwind of black power carried away the warmth
I fly up, but I fly down

A challenging game called "Life"
We are just pawns in it and there are no kings
We roam the labyrinths of confused days
We're looking for a way out, but we don't see doors

Everyone will be crucified, put in a coffin
The guillotine will collapse, no one will save
The dead will never forgive the living
But if everyone is mortal, our wings fly

Airfields, piers and aprons ...
Forests without birds and land without water
More and more surrounding nature
Less and less environment

Fatal processes
In all spheres of life, total regression
Demons rejoice in hell
The planet Earth was destroyed by progress ...