At 150 km/h
Gust wind is breaking necks
Of seagulls - they pick fishes' eyes
Lost cutters creak
So loudly above the tides
Salt sand insolently
Breaks the space between us
Whose fault is it?
I don't know...
The destiny leads us by the nose
Lighthouses, that were for us
Like signposts before
Now, keeping silent with cataract
They tell us to follow lightnings
So powerless, helpless
We're sending S.O.S
Before the wind
The wind of renewal
Will tear our heads off
Whose fault is it?
I don't know...
The destiny leads us by the nose
It's him, it's him
The Armageddon!