Satelite (OST Гонщик)

She smells of the sun 
and she's constantly saying 
that's it's all right, 
because lies sound so nice. 
And like soil to seed goes 
to casting my fears aside... 

She says, 'The satellite [bad word] . 
I pray, the wrecking ball is waining 
She says, 'The satellite [bad word]   [bad word] to take us home'. 

Satellite...

Still smells of the sun 
and the light that brings healing 
is burning my eyes 
and the dark seems so nice 
and I'm choking on blessings that I can receive 
I hide. 

She says, 'The satellite [bad word] . 
I pray, wrecking ball is waining. 
She says, 'The satellite [bad word]   [bad word] to take us home'.