Текст песни Челленджер - Чужие

Came to the ground from the heavens of cold,
From the bowels of space, from eternal emptiness.
Molubam, not Email, beasts like
Really, barbarices are tested by our old world.
And we can see them impossible
Their world in the spaces parallel to our, hidden.
Embed into the souls of their chief trump card;
Outside, you are alive, your spirit is already killed.

Aliens! Other!
For our peace with interest paid.
Native element
The invisible army is captured.

All surprises, for a long time frightened
Bands of newspaper cry, recent news:
Bey again, shoot again!
The world is covered, the spirit of people is stored.
We are the walls of the walls, we swamp veins;
The newcomers have no reason to enter into an open battle.
We ourselves our own so, gradually,
We blow up, the victory will come by themselves.

Aliens! Other!
For our peace with interest paid.
Native element
The invisible army is captured.