Текст песни Гарри Топор - Арес 12

[Verse 1, Harry Ax]:
Goodbye my angel. We will be carried away with gusts of wind.
Heavenly castles. Here the Sun will no longer be bright.
The devil's lamp shines on everyone equally, but you and I are vestiges.
Hold my hand, dear. Fierce hell is approaching us.

City Morlokov. We will get water from black snow.
It's cruel. The sky cried with azure jets.
I remain with my beloved, with you and a graphite heart.
Jackets and hats off. A nuclear mushroom will soon help keep you warm.

The night will be forever. With you and half-life products we’ll go to the bottom,
And to meet the dawn spreads purple grenade, dirty.
Swirl and [...] hurricanes of burnt gas.
This Thursday will already be without us, they launched ARES-12.

Chorus:
Blue light spreads across the sky.
The frozen snow quickly melts on the cilia.
Something from the bottom up is growing on the horizon.
This sleepy city wakes up to the whistle of rockets.

Blue light spreads across the sky.
The frozen snow quickly melts on the cilia.
Something from the bottom up is growing on the horizon.
This sleepy city wakes up to the whistle of rockets.

[Verse 2, Harry Ax]:
Goodbye my angel. I promise it will end soon.
Our turbines rattle with a squadron, draw patterns in the sky.
A river will fly out of fire in seconds and a sleepy city will drown in it.
We, flying, wave our hand and take a photo on the background.

Down below, cockroaches are not people, worms and rats are all mixed up.
Dive down and in an hour from them there will remain only firebrands.
We continue to decline. The order to take the train 19.
Red button. I clean the planet with the touch of a finger.

Time froze. There is no teaching, here is the enemy.
And unfortunately, I don’t give a damn about any other opinions.
Under this roar, as under a lullaby, the crowd will fall asleep.
ARES-12 - an atomic sunrise is blooming in the sky.

Chorus:
Blue light spreads across the sky.
The frozen snow quickly melts on the cilia.
Something from the bottom up is growing on the horizon.
This sleepy city wakes up to the whistle of rockets.

Blue light spreads across the sky.
The frozen snow quickly melts on the cilia.
Something from the bottom up is growing on the horizon.
This sleepy city wakes up to the whistle of rockets.

The frozen snow is melting.
Wakes up under the whistle of rockets.