Текст песни Thread events - Война

Crumbled dust, dry grass ,
Burned by the sun empty houses .
Blurs the line between good and evil .
Wind carries the earth black smoke .

Chorus:
This war is in all of us ,
Flocking skin tears from his eyes .
Acute pain is cutting the heart,
And some of it Venita heaven.

Flows of raw water clouds .
Somewhere in a barely audible humming wires .
People will see the last sunrise,
Wind on the field, they will spread the ashes .