Текст песни Ghostbuddy - Танец Брони и Моторов

Dance of armor and motors

I remember that moment,
When we knew where deception.
In the ears stood a cry
Blood fog smoked.
And yesterday's god fled
I spent you all saints
But he could not die from himself
And his glory turned into smoke ...

All - as in a nightmare,
Rope of nerves,
Red spots on a dirty wall -
Fee for the right to be first.

Crys from Darkness are heard
And joyful clad shutters,
We are moving
In the dance of armor and motors.

We circled in dance,
Tired of quarrels and disputes.
He always comes at the end -
Dance of armor and motors.

Everything is ready for impact,
We are with death alone.
Hand that caressed the guitar
Squeezes now carabiner ...