минус - тучи
текст песни

And over my city again the same clouds
Again the cold and the smell of the department smelly
And heaps and heaps of garbage, why
Kills us what makes us better

Or maybe it's all just a consequence of the arrival
Concentrates are poisoned by our word with waste
The consequences of peppy stuck under water
With dimensions, solid bottles became sweaty

And this meaning has become dense, evenly taken off by boatan
Was changed by the factory, rainy weather
Clouds and the sky is raw there is no sun, and the wind will carry a campaign
And the heart will break into a thousand fragments

Purely joke