Lyrics Alan Waters и Шмели - Пришельцы в этот мир

Blackened our sun
All the windows closed
Tits are falling from the sky
People do not give to get drunk

All rivers have long dried up
People feel thirst
Drops of cloudy moisture are hidden
Even the gloomy tramps

Dust rushes under the wheels
Someone is laughing when we see us
Someone is crying, Someone is groaning
Someone is waiting, And someone is driving

We don’t know
Who is who who is the place here
Who are the owners of this dump?
Frantic aliens

We are newcomers to this world
We’ll have a feast on the bones
We will famously light
Satyr will envy

We are newcomers to this world
Who is not with us is a deserter
All that we meet on the way
We will cut into a side dish

We are newcomers to this world
Each idol to himself
Every man is his own master
Flesh-hungry vampire

We are newcomers to this world
Drink the blood elixir
The planet is turning
In a nuclear rapier dance.

Our iron sun
This is also a tribute to progress.
His spots are rusted
And the whole world thundered

Strangled all the roads
Metal legs
Wires cut the sky
Keeping the snow from falling

Dandelions are gone
Cornflowers clustered in flocks
Birds do not fly in the sky
People are in no hurry to be born

And of course not a secret
Who is responsible for all this?
This dump who are craftsmen
Frantic aliens