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Booking: [email protected] +38(098)776-48-48 Instagram - / yarmak_music FB office. - / yarmakmusic Telegram office. - https://t.me/yarmak_music Off. website - http://yarmakmusic.com Video shot by my brother during our combat work - https://www.instagram.com/alexander.s... Arrangement - / crabbeats Recording - / level.sound Guitar - / aroman_guitar_acco Drums - / _vadoss_drummer_ Lyrics: We are given a garden and myriad paths Every atom is art, a paradise of emerald waters But there are those who rejoice by launching Shahed into the nursery Just a mistake of God, an unfinished code And having received a body, the greatest creation for the work In the world of violins and scripts, it pulls a Soviet oar Half a world away from home, brutalized from birth Thirst feeds on blood, simply true evil Rewarded with spells, to weave love and chords I dive into this sur, if I could build a life Because if not us, then these will kill us all Horde muzzles Our world has broken again, we are the new engineers of existence Behind the waste heaps The sun rises The world lets the convinced take theirs Babylon is already burning, and we are in the ranks with the sword Because the fierce fire does not burn the Uranus people here, where the spirit is stronger than eternal ores In the cities there are cobblestones and animal dirt If you are a pood of slag, then money will not enrich us We are the rods that The world is given an eternally powerful push. The proud and stubborn are not afraid of death. It is terrible if the two shores are torn apart again. The deeds of heroes are erased, the children are colonized. It is better to go into battle in a pack of wolves, not a column of "deer". The unfortunate slaves dive into the Tisza. We emerge in a lava flow. , soot, mist Demons are constantly climbing from underground mines With the bodies of the best we are sewing up the cracks in the Earth Behind the waste heaps the sun rises The world lets the convinced take theirs Babylon is already burning, and we are in the ranks with the sword Because the fire does not burn the hardened Behind the waste heaps Babylon is burning, and we Under the heavenly crowns We stand as legions Behind the wastelands the sun rises The world lets the convinced take theirs Babylon is already burning, and we are in the ranks with the sword Because the fire does not burn the hardened