Текст песни Грани Разума - Армагеддон

Armageddon
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D Bb C A
My soul flies over the world.
Tomorrow I'll worldwide idol.
Your eyes, blue as the sky,
I am of the world where you have not been.

 And after I fly to the stars,
 And I cry - no! Late!
 I do not relieve your meal,
 You let go of my hands.

I can hear the stars whisper to each other,
And the noise drowns out your moan.
I'll tell you if your best friend:
Perhaps it is our Armageddon.

 And after I fly to the stars,
 And I cry - no! Late!
 I do not relieve your meal,
 You let go of my hands.
 
 And after I fly to the stars,
 And I cry - no! Late!
 I do not relieve your meal,
 You let go of my hands.