Текст песни MEDVED - Жертвы собственной силы

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The Chinese tower cranes,
The huge minus for durability.
Wicks dynamite fuses,
Often they fail, I know exactly.
We do not hear already punches
Almost a dead heart.
At night screaming from nightmares,
Weeping bitterly, as a child.

Leaving another town
We catch swearing in the back.
We are many who are old and who is young,
We are the victims of their own strength.
In our eyes is a reflection,
Hot fires of the Inquisition.
Chronicle'm not conducted,
Sink into oblivion our faces.

Blood bathed the body,
It looks empty eyes.
We dream of flying,
At the same time losing.
Again, we stand at the rubble,
Chinese tower crane.
We hear the roar of explosions,
Dynamite fuses.

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