Текст песни 4.48 - Пепел

I often see this dream
It is very clear, it is very simple:
Grass burnt under the sun
I see how in reality

Big, empty cities
Shattered by the wind
Big empty cities
Showered with ashes

Concrete crumbles, steel crumbles
But for some reason, I’m not sorry
Into the abyss of disease and natural disaster
A chain of causes ... and consequences

Big, empty cities
Shattered by the wind
Big empty cities
Showered with ashes

Shine, the sun, shine
From what we have done, we cannot escape
People burnt like grass
We can’t get away from what will be

Big, empty cities
Shattered by the wind
Big empty cities
Showered with ashes