Текст песни Старая Волна - Узколобые дети

You know that if I'm not here,
All in white and blue went to the light.

Black smoke stuck everything
And we have nowhere else to go here.
And then pick up to 3,
And our bullets will return to us.

You believe the sight, in their good look.
And the children laugh and kill us do not want.

Black smoke stuck everything
And we have nowhere else to go here.
And then pick up to 3
And our bullets will return to us.

Last sigh, last glance,
The last step of the lead to the meeting.
The last fear in your eyes,
And narrow-minded wounds are treated.

Black smoke stuck everything
And we have nowhere else to go here.
And then pick up to 3
And our bullets will return to us.

Last sigh, last glance,
The last step of the lead to the meeting.
The last fear in your eyes,
And narrow-minded wounds are treated.
Last sigh, last glance,
The last step of the lead to the meeting.
The last fear in your eyes,
And narrow-minded wounds are treated.