New Order - I.C.B. скачать mp3

My love falls from heaven To talk of this strange design Then it goes forever Where all things never die People look whenever These races have been won Minds just for breathing When the means for this have begun It's so far away, and it's closing in It's so far away, and it seems to travel in Taken from the killing ground By all dividing hands With no sense or reason, They came, they found, they ran Taking good advantage of All the things they are told I washed my hands of innocence When you started taking control It's so far away, and it's closing in It's so far away, and it seems to travel in.