Голуби - Ржавое королевство

I hear a sound above, a sound above my head Distant sound of thunder, moving out on the moor Blackbirds flew in and to the cooling towers I’ll pack my bags Thinking of one of those hours With you, waiting for you My God, it takes an ocean of trust In the Kingdom of Rust I long to feel some beauty in my heart As I go searching, right to the start The road back to Preston Was jutted out in snow As I went looking for that stolen heart For you, waiting for you My God, it takes an ocean of trust Takes an eff