Текст песни Die Allergie - Sturm

Storm

Having cut the clear sky
It warms you on a cold fire
We laughed a lot
But it was not new for us day

Barefoot on the glass
With big dead eyes
Do you hear the drum fight fire
They are so close
They are so close to naked fear

The hill is filled with raw meat
I know you feel me so close to you Do you hear me
Weapons - the singer last song
On my leg running down the heat
I smell your skin boots
And presses

You are my last moment
You pure naked fear
My death a thousand eyes
My death fears

I cleaned my journal
Lost chance to resist
Through the smoke in his face for years
His fear you're killing me

You are my last moment
You pure naked fear
My death a thousand eyes