Lyrics Posternak - Небо Над Берлином

will ripen a bunch of anger
the fruit of pain will break
so ripe hell bombs fell from the sky
we remember the taste of ash
we will remember a lot
escaping from the debris of God in the catacombs

Tell me your name
you are captivated by them
hanging angel in the dark sky over the wall of berlin
among the clouds of smoke
among the ruins of rome
can you hear the music - plays the piano

it is not too late
on broken morse
through the roar of space on a dangerous note
fall of bomb bays
leather chair of the general secretary
red finger

your city will be burned
but above the floor
the sky conductor is already chording
the flame and the shot that perish
bless us, brush pianist, over black and white shower

what god is your faith
when the sky is a reason to drop bombs
and tin on bare heads?

world destroy you
to white horror
but at all frequencies
hear: goodbye, weapon

soulless power
air path rips italics
unbearably beautiful
blooms hiroshima
keep us on the verge
we keep them
while below invisibly
playing the piano

will ripen a bunch of anger
the fruit of pain will break
so ripe hell bombs fell from the sky
we remember the taste of ash
we will remember a lot
escaping from the debris of God in the catacombs

Tell me your name
you are captivated by them
hanging angel in the dark sky over the wall of berlin
among the clouds of smoke
among the ruins of rome
can you hear the music - plays the piano

look down the pianist and the orchestra sounds
hey, sneaky of this world in a leather chair
presidential hand
city ​​burned to the ground
great and scary
note ash is spinning
cough

hanging angel in the skies above berlin
in the crosshairs of rays and firing lines
but there in the ruins
playing the piano
and we are bound by air
while the world can hear music

will ripen a bunch of anger
the fruit of pain will break
so ripe hell bombs fell from the sky
we remember the taste of ash
we will remember a lot
escaping from the debris of God in the catacombs

Tell me your name
you are captivated by them
hanging angel in the dark sky over the wall of berlin
among the ruins of rome
among the clouds of smoke
do you hear the music…