Текст песни Sence of Touch - Война

Red blood sun
Burns wings rays.
The wind is howling, howling,
As a mother over the grave of her son.

I tore the wind hair hunger.
He wanted to howl meaner and stronger blow.
Do you hear, I come to this region
Gray War.

Tears bitter as poison,
Thoughts dirty as soot.
The sun drops lower and lower.
Go voyna.Ty hear?

 I tore the wind hair hunger.
He wanted to howl meaner and stronger blow.
Do you hear, I come to this region
Gray war (x2)
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A new pain, new blood
It was light black night.

A new pain, new blood
Burning inside the new rage in his heart.

Muddy water pouring fate.
Do you hear in these parts
There is a war ..