Текст Other Lives – Weather

We turn to dark
we feel thin air,
we can survive
when nothing is there.

We control weather
we feel thin air,
we can survive
when nothing is there.

Our days are numbered,
the Sun is getting closer to the world.

We turn to dark
we feel thin air,
we can survive
when nothing is there.
We built the city
we dig the Earth,
steel and the fire
we find our worth.
We control weather
we like to roam,
all of our days, all of our days.