On them white horses we come marching through the fields we think we're kings when we come across the field of deeds but we should know that the trophy that we carry is the head of mi brother that has paid with his life and now he is dead we got a typhoon on the rise typhoon on the rise we got a typhoon on the rise typhoon on the rise
We gotta fight it back we gotta get it on the run we gotta fight it back here comes the future the fire that's burning as bright as the sun fight it back
How come we can't realize that what we do in this is wrong we got to get of this ship of fools it will sink before long we can't accept that the man of wetbones is still on the streets we have to get our act together and get up on the feet we got a typhoon on the rise typhoon on the rise we got a typhoon on the rise typhoon on the rise
We gotta fight it back we gotta get it on the run we gotta fight it back here comes the future the fire that's burning as bright as the sun fight it back
Горбатый, послушав, как Шарапов играет на пианино: - Скажи, мил человек, зачем ты так сильно нажимал на педаль? - А разве я не говорил, что по старой легенде работал водителем?
