Текст песни Братья Гримм - Вавилон

He would get a spear,
He would get the boom,
Snatching the phone again.
He is here today, in fact,
Somewhere around the corner.
Curls and braids braids in a knot,
Linking all sure.
What none of us escapes from its coil.

Chorus:
My city - is the New Babylon,
My rhythm - it's the roar of the motorway,
Where we are governed by evil cupid,
Leaving a trace of lipstick.

He cauterized his thin cigarette
Where beats-crumpled like paradise.
A tiny heart, and for that
I'm going to kill him.
But breaking breaking spears and arrows,
He breaks out of the ashes and wandering.
Arriving again without sight,
Similarly fall.

Chorus:
My city - is the New Babylon,
My rhythm - it's the roar of the motorway,
Where we are governed by evil cupid,
Leaving a trace of lipstick.