Текст песни E.S.T. - Что мы творим

The explosion was heard, on the Boulevard
And EQS hundred passers
They are to blame for what went shopping
And splinters tore
Hunger, cold, fear and lust
And the pilot did not know
That lay on display

What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?

Here are fighting Muslims
There are fighting Christians
Between only children
Only children, babies cry

Nothing is worse than pain
Worse than death and terror
And victory in the massacre
Not like the luck

What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?

What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?

What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?
That we - the creature?
That we - the creature?
That we - the creature?

What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?
That we - the creature?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?
That we - the creature?

What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?
That we - the creature?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
That we - the creature?
That we - the creature?