Текст песни МРФ - Под прицелом

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Let me look into your eyes,
To remove the surface itself change the soul.
See the Dead Sea, in it all the fish poisoned
And the fear of swallowing air mouths open
It pops out

I'm standing on the edge of the radioactive rain on the face
All the more I realize - I am directed at me sight

The snow-white small animal, fledgling body
Horror in the pupils, blood on the snow,
The air melts silver smoke
Knocking out power in the last resort, stretching your arms to meet,
I stumble on the trigger cocked.

Be careful taking the death-bearing solutions,
You can not kill himself to avoid becoming a target.

It is suffocating under the sky with ash and smog,
Hundreds of dead dolphins lie on the hot sand, burnt oil
Blazing forests, surging waves,
Spewing out with a monstrous roar land
Blighted bowels

I'm standing on the edge of the radioactive rain on the face
All the more aware of - sight is directed at me.