Strong air masses Truce day now Peasant to strive this morning show me The secret of the lost spear Mount the engines everyone saw And save humanity The mega explosions are approaching now I hate the sound! Play the wooden flute the drum to beat fast Don't look and run! The smoke changed him, hope is born! Play the wooden flute the drum remembers fast Some memories from here Of people safe at home! When the lights turn off the animals The gods aren't showing help to no one! The screaming, deafening It's the destruction of the Tinnitus