Текст песни Песня Лиама - Про инженера

In a scattering of houses
The secret of the cellars:
The heat and soot are here
Sparks of blue suspension.

The engineer dared
The author of dark deeds,
He is a jeweler in shower
A hidden world in midnight darkness.

Feather wires,
Perfume crumbs - dust
And iron shine.

Smoke, pipe,
Gutters,
And a fire burns in the furnace.
Make
There's blood in the vat
Will burn, just touch.

The noise of cars
The hum of the turbines
Three tries are good.
Into that metal
He dreamed
Sharpen a piece of the soul.

He spends souls
Dexterous and clever.
Spark after spark -
Miracle in the workshop.

The beast stands before him
Alive, but unsociable
Full moon
Woven into the veins, they burn with fire

Yellow eyes,
Thunderstorm of enemies
Steam comes out of my mouth.

Smoke, pipe,
Gutters,
And a fire burns in the furnace.
Make
There's blood in the vat
Will burn, just touch.

The noise of cars
The hum of the turbines
Three tries are good.
Into that metal
He dreamed
To sharpen a piece of the soul.