Текст песни Воздушная тревога - Огонь революции

Scooping, full of buckets, from a cesspool of media
I am freezing from the cold breath of war.
And insolent lies flow from the pages, and kindness in the eyes of smooth-shaven killers.
A little more, there will be a beautiful garden city, but watch homelands are on the approaches,
Heroes of Ukraine - SS-Galicia and you can sleep peacefully, but something is not up to sleep,

The fire of revolution is coming!

Freedom of speech, through censorship and the language barrier,
Sneaking between the lines until they took action.
A gossip story has duct tape over its mouth,
And we are dancing on the deck, and the ship goes to the bottom.
Through the twenty-fifth frame and fragmentation of the country,
The double standard of brown plague is being introduced.
And here the pale horseman shakes his head,
But stop being a soulless zombie, time to think with your head.