Текст песни Вероника БРИК - Мир, ты снова в глазах моих замер

Poor, poor Breen World,
You're in the eyes of my froze again.
I look at you, you're just a pitiful idol,
Hidden under the vaults of cameras.

Everything that people created once sorry,
Burned residue from ash.
And clothing rags from the body flies,
And the government of the world is blind.

Day after the day we are getting closer to the o'clock court
And getting closer to Blood Bunut,
Every day they hang heaven on us,
And we drag the attraction to the soil.