Ария - Смотри

Look up, how the end in sight.
Our age has lost all its might
Like an old beast's hurt in the winter-time.
It's all graveyard of the aims,
Constant fear, and feast of foolish games,
And there is no fate for us in our prime.


The poison seeds
Boil in the seas.
Rain and snow
Are replaced by acid flow.

Oh ... there is no more faith,
Hope is washed away.
There's no love nor spirit.
Oh ... the storm will soon come
In the blue sky dome
Like a death-knell in its home.


Look up, the atomic shade
In the depths of sense it has been made.
Hell rays will destroy that life where we've been.
Our mind is power source of ill.
Endless war, and black days full of thrill,
And nobody can stop that damned machine.


The poison seeds
Boil in the seas.
Rain and snow
Are replaced by acid flow.

Oh ... there is no more faith,
Hope is washed away.
There's no love nor spirit.
Oh ... the storm will soon come
In the blue sky dome
Like a death-knell in its home.


Look up, the countdown starts.
Once more we will have luck for us
In the ocean of galaxies and stars.
Farewell, graveyard of the aims.
Constant fear, and feast of foolish games,
And there is no fate for my and your hearts.


The poison seeds
Boil in the seas.
Rain and snow
Are replaced by acid flow.

Oh ... there is no more faith,
Hope is washed away.
There's no love nor spirit.
Oh ... the storm will soon come
In the blue sky dome
Like a death-knell in its home.