Lyrics: Jean Fossat
Music: Jean Fossat/Rémi Fossat/Canek Flores
Politician criminals
Going to the church on Sunday morn
Those people rule the town
Conductors of a deadly waltz
Watch out!
The Devil’s come
Singing head rolling melody
He’s doing the Lord’s work
Just like Trane on saxophone!
Politicians sing in rhythm
Politicians scream for more
Woland!
Citizen’s greed boils the water
In this hot pot world order
They pray money, carve every penny
Give a dime for charity
Hallelujah!
The Devil’s come
Singing head rolling melody
Harbinger of a storm of wings
Just like Bird on saxophone!
Citizens dance in rhythm!
Here comes a storm of wings!
Here comes a storm of wings!
Too much dread
Has fallen on the town
Here comes a storm of wings!
Here comes a storm of wings!
Too much dread
Has fallen on the town
Cat is fed
Woland smile!
Here comes a storm of wings
Here comes a storm of wings
Here comes a storm of wings
That we could live in
Here comes a storm of wings
Here comes a storm of wings
Here comes a storm of wings!
That we could live in
(Ahhh)
Here comes a storm of wings!
Here comes a storm of wings!
Here comes a storm of wings!
Here comes a storm of wings!