Текст песни ГДР - Ветер

Wind

On the roofs of dead cities, on dusty motorways, we got rid of the shackles, changing in views. We beat the glass with a hammer, disappeared the doors from the loops, burned things, and then they launched the wind into their home. Feel the wind rises? And the wind blew, he inflated fires in the east, he beat, crucified and broke our stupid world cruel. And we stood on the edge, swallowed tears with dust, and the wind sang his song and tried our wings. Feel the wind rises?