что дождь обо мне тебе шепчет обманчивый И не верь будто гром знает что-то про нас неприличное Он лишь отзвук грозы уходящей лениво и вкрадчиво А гроза
гроза. И не будет никакого конца! Нех*й даже заморачиваться. Скажу тебе только, пацан, whats up? Всё будет хорошо, когда пройдёт гроза. Когда пройдёт гроза ... Когда пройдёт гроза
, Незлой, нечаянно, Грозой разбуженной… Незлой, нечаянно, Грозой разбуженной… Ай-на-нэ-на-нэ-най Ай-на-нэ-на-нэй Больше ждать не хочу… Гуляй-гроза, выручай
Мумба: Я вырос в среде, где преступность везде И все усилия властей здесь, как ладошкой по пизде. Среди вестей всегда дефицит хороших новостей. Нож, пушка
She's thunderstorms Lying on her front Up against the wall She's thunderstorms I've been feeling foolish You should try it She came and substituted The
Look what you do to me Oh girl I must admit that this is new to me And I never thought that love could come so easily Till you opened up my eyes to how
*Walking* *Getting into car* *Starting the car* *Horns* (Female) Come on get out of the way (Male) The light's green Move (Female) I hate these
I don't, know one, thing about, you not, Knowing, a thing about me Cause' we dropped down into all your thunderstorms and claim its not your lightning
Fighting for no reward Cold in the rain, I'm tossing and turning Your words ever burning my heart Love's an electric storm of pleasure and pain Where
It was something you said about the way it goes That was making me think I'm jamming the controls I need something to help me see How fast I'm moving
In times of darkness In times of war The warriors will ride like never before In search to conquer The unholy light The sound of thunder Will bring us
I could pass the evening here Staring down into your eyes Just forget there's a world somewhere outside I kept my porch-light burning So you could find
Well, there's some big black clouds That's a blowin' in from the west I've been drivin' all day Lord, I sure could use some rest And there's a motel
No one can enter this sacred place I am the Keeper of this Holy Ground I master the Power, I possess the Force White lightning flashing from the sky
Sun is gone and I'm on my own in a thunderstorm But it's not about to turn me back around Hail is under my feet And lightnin' is in my head Deep inside
Storm, storm is coming Storm, storm is coming The death camps are growing Like mushrooms through dew But this time the murdered Are not only Jews We
Well there's some big black clouds that's a blowin in from the west I've been drivin all day Lord, I sure could use some rest And there's a motel up
