Текст песни Море Ясности - Холодный фронт

Cold Front

Watch out! We are grains of sand in the eye of a hurricane
In oblivion, in blind ignorance
Ahead, wrapping us in the bliss of deception,
The threat looms over us like a carnivorous flower

From bright posters, fingers of a cold front reach to the throat
Swallowing air, you try to resist, but you fall backwards
The sun is falling, the ghetto stretches right to the horizon
Ask the graves outside the cemetery about happiness, love and hope