Текст песни System of a Down - Aierials

Life is like a stormy stream:
Carries with the flow
To the shores in the distance ...

We got lost:
Darkness and ice all around
But they got a lot in return ...

We are the kind who wants to play
After all, what is our life? - a game, not otherwise.
We are the kind who are born to choose
Who is the winner, spiritually richer ...

Oh thunderstorm!
Fire of heaven!
You cleanse the forest of filth!

Life is like a pure spring:
We drink from it
Shielding from others ...

And having lost what they kept loving,
We are finally
We find ourselves ...

We are the kind who wants to play
After all, what is our life? - a game, not otherwise.
We are the kind who are born to choose
Who is the winner, spiritually richer ...

Oh thunderstorm!
Fire of heaven!
You cleanse the forest of filth ...

Oh thunderstorm!
Open your eyes!
Forgetting what honor is ...

Oh thunderstorm!
Fire of heaven!
You cleanse the forest of filth ...

Oh thunderstorm!
Open your eyes!
Forgetting what honor is ...