Текст песни Androids - Бас пропал

ALS propane
( Amor )

Bass was gone ,
Laem faithful voice was
Soon…
Do not call me ,
From me tired
City.
I address my arena ,
Old house and walls
From wax ,
A fire in my picture .
A hundred moments of faith
Severed nerves -
It is not easy to miss the concert.

A solution of the note cloud
On the moon ring .
Save your dreams .

Become holy to
Yes bustling temple from us is full .
Slippery surface of stairs
The ice did not give a hug.
Cold…
skyscrapers above
Climb , let the city hears
Copper voice of heaven .
Binding snowstorm
Sheet ashes scattered on the roofs ,
And breathe me in the trail .