Текст песни Purgen - Злые пастухи '10

Quiet morning, beautiful sunrise
There's no one on the streets of City yet
Sleeping people in cozy houses
Birds sit on wires

Red sun
Gets up anxiously
What on this day
Will it shed its light?

The city woke up and began to breathe
It's time for people to run to work
Flow transport
Flows like a river
Shopping centers like islands

Only eleven
Inhumans, did not sleep
Long awaited this day

Powerful explosions, attack from heaven
Maybe it's a Muslim demon?
Not! It’s just someone’s carrying a plan
Demolishes buildings political clan
They'll get insurance, the evidence will be erased
3000 corpses, their souls scream
For every million on hand
Good business for a hell of a family!

You have a lot of money
Are you gods?
No you just
Devils and burn in the stove