Текст песни Константин Ступин - Гром

A Sound of Thunder..
Top woke up.
And the engine roared at the old tundap,
And I flew ..
To a far land
And the wind in my hair blew my sorrow
Where is Paradise ..

Distant land
Where's the poppy in the mountains
Where I will forget forever as cold on Kumaras.
Forget the pain
Forget the dreams
And like behind a rusty grill, I waited for my spring,
A Sound of Thunder..