Текст песни минус - тучи

And over my city again the same clouds
Again the cold and the smell of the department is smelly
And heaps and heaps of rubbish why
What makes us better is killing us

Or maybe this is all just a consequence of the arrival
Concentrates poisoned with our word waste
The vigorous consequences stuck under the water
The bottles became sweaty with intentions

And this meaning became dense, evenly worn out nerd
Was changed by the factory, rainy weather
Clouds and the sky is damp, there is no sun, and the wind will start to cry
and my heart will break into a thousand pieces

Purely for fun