Текст песни Purgen - Злые пастухи

Quiet morning beautiful sunrise
On the streets of one city yet.
Sleeping people in comfortable homes
Birds sitting on wires

Red sun rises alarmingly
On that day it will shed its light?

City woke up and began to breathe
People go to work running
transport stream is flowing like a river
Shopping centers as islands

Only one subman not slept
For a long time that day expecting

Powerful explosions, the attack from the sky
Maybe it's the Muslim devil?
No! it's just someone's business plan
Building demolition political clan
Insurance will receive clues erase
3000 dead their souls shout
For every million on hand
Good business for a hell of a family!

You have a lot of money, you probably are gods?
No- you just devils and burn in the oven.