Ruble Gang - Bombers [Waveform Moscow 2011] | Текст песни

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Bombers are roaring over my head,
They has come to enslave.
Our huts burned, our planting destroyed.
Fire is all I see...

Fire is all I see,
Now death is close to me!

Falling from weakness, i need to escape.
All clothes are stained with blood.
Fiery flies stuck in my back,
Now death is close to me...

Now death is close to me,
Fire is all I see!

Bombs! Bombs! They has come to enslave me!
Bombs! Bombs! My village is burned!