Текст песни DIMpanfilow - Горит горизонт городов

To lay down their swords on shields,
Face appease hand.
We sleep as bequeathed to us,
Leaving an open fire.
I do not do what they could,
Did not express the right words
And we have unleashed:
Lit City Skyline.

The fight of the old Kremlin hours
Wake-up call. Deaf.
Lit City Skyline,
The crackle of flame directly over the ear
And the smell of rotting hopes
He is born in the minds of evil thought.
Lit City Skyline,
And the flame of his beating up.

Lit City Skyline
The last hope for a miracle,
Box of fabulous dreams.
Aspirations? What do you! How?
Forgetting about the concept of "honor"
Sowing the remains of courage
Lele Mushin revenge
And sleep, wrapped in flags.

Since soot wax dim eyes
Capable of anything to see.
So tear falls from the sky
The last attempt to saturate
The raging fire in the sky,
But in vain. The result is only this:
Closed heart forever,
Lit City Skyline.