Текст песни Технология - Ветер

Gloomy sky, frozen birds,
Long winter, short summer.
Gloomy landscape is an inheritance
Epochs having the sources of light.

In the pipes of silence pulses time,
Echo freedom is koring iron.
Heart is configured to transfer
Sounds of the born marceles.

Faded ether shielded thoughts
Heralds evil, giggle oblivion,
But messengers of anger are going to goals,
The story starts moving again.

New days relay memory,
Reception of information ROUn day.
We are in the labyrinth of events and facts,
The former idol becomes terribly.

Time. Wind. Time. Wind.

In the coherent humor
indistinguishable remained until the term
Mercenaries of death with a smile mutant
And the steps of an inevitable rock.
Blurred sky light salute
But in the voice of the century - disturbing notes.
Snowstation specialists
Do not stop your work.

Time. Wind. Time. Wind.