اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Strong air masses
Truce day now
Peasant to strive this morning show me
The secret of the lost spear
Mount the engines everyone saw
And save humanity
The mega explosions are approaching now
I hate the sound!
Play the wooden flute the drum to beat fast
Don't look and run!
The smoke changed him, hope is born!
Play the wooden flute the drum remembers fast
Some memories from here
Of people safe at home!
When the lights turn off the animals
The gods aren't showing help to no one!
The screaming, deafening
It's the destruction of the Tinnitus
