Текст песни Центр Циклона - 05 Центр Циклона

Cyclone Center

chronicles of years, kilometers of roads
weave into lines
otherworldly winds and rock
we are led around the edge
torn strings erased in smoke
mediators and arrogance of fire
all that we leave
after myself

At the speed of sound we burn
putting hearts and souls at stake.
Somewhere between hell and heaven
in the center of the cyclone.

The roar of guitars and endless drive
pulse of the sky in the chest
it's our choice, our buzz,
in the era of frames without paintings

insights of light, and revelations of the soul,
freedom to flee
all that we leave
after myself

Chorus