Текст песни Cны Саламандры - Воздушные контрабандисты

Aerial smugglers

Text: Marie Lafitt
Music: Valeria Horrigan

Let our flag be worn, only we are not pirates.
We are making freedom - by no means robbery.
Oh no, we are not angels - although the wonderful.
Us the wind again causes a fight.

Roars the hurricane, steamed steam silver.
It is worth our jo wheel steering.
We hide in smoke, we are smugglers.
And we are not primarily risking your head.

Disappeared in the clouds our aircraft,
Sails trembling and a custodiated ball.
It is a mirage - gold airship.
And in the holds we have illegal goods

We are people we carry a couple of fiery lightning,
Caught randomly in our threshing.
And our cabins are not gold full,
There are wind songs - how people love them!

Disappeared in the clouds our aircraft,
Sails trembling and a custodiated ball.
It is a mirage - gold airship.
And in the holds we have illegal goods

Taxes introduced for good books,
On songs from countries for the Grocery of Heaven.
Let them think - in barns and figs.
And we are driving the cargo of illegal miracles.

And since we will see in narcunny dala,
They decide that the forgotten volcano smokes.
And we - through a gentle steel -
We leave in a silver cold fog.