Текст песни Утро над Вавилоном - Песня сверхновой звезды

The wind roars over the universe murdered
He throws on space replete with insolence
Moon dust and meteorites
And other space junk
All around the desolation, all died
The meaning of life does not rock the boat - long dead
I just dazzling point in the sky
Brighter than any advertising ...
And shine my light and my light clear
Oh, I'm so wonderful to be meaningless
I see around spreading chaos
But the fire burn rays
And I know, my light is not available for many,
But sorry for the grief poor fellows
Most of them are on the planets backward
I do not see me.
Land, Land, from the height of my flight
You look miserable, as the realm of the underground mole

No one will come to the brink of ideals
Thickening darkness and gloom all the little
Chill bursts into the box galaxies
Eternal universe winter
And the moon cat howl inconsolably
Anybody not satisfied
No one will ever love
For the love itself.
Land, Land, from the height of my flight
You look miserable, as the wealth of a bankrupt

And what do I do, what I cling
It makes no sense to believe and wonder
Torn into billions of fragments
A year later disappear completely
That somewhere in the seedy world
Little people are blinded by the white light
I came up with an awkward name - for example, Bethlehem
Land, from the height of its flight
I froze as the last note