Noisy streets, small towns.
The air charged with smoke.
The sky will become charred, the people running past
Will hide nowhere.
You won't hear any cry for help -
Time is money.
The walls of lights will squeeze the temples even stronger.
Chorus:
Turn round - I can't get up without your arms,
I can't hear my heartbeat!
Turn round - I can't get up without your arms,
Can't get warm in the cold winds!
2.
White in autumn - then it's winter already.
Perhaps nobody noticed...
The smoothed out town went mad.
It became the most slippery city in the world.
You won't hear any cry for help -
Time is money.
The walls of lights will squeeze the temples even stronger.