Текст песни искусственные цветы - страна багровых туч

I'm flying drawn by the solar wind
towards the center of the system towards Venus
I didn't know what I was waiting for

I'm flying and getting closer and closer to her
to the hot, terrible but beautiful queen of storms
she will fill my glass with dust

I plunge into the atmosphere through the clouds of color
my blood is venous and just as thick
I want a cigarette but they don't smoke in space

crimson whirlwinds suddenly quickened and mine
the ship was whirled in steep breakers
I am dying in murky clouds this is a storm storm storm storm storm

we have no need to be afraid of the red ring
we have atomic pollen left