The transformer is walking down the street where there are already fights
We are looking for criminals using the old methods
We are waiting for the offensive in full combat gear
We are writing a letter to Santa Claus at the Christmas tree
Very soon we are waiting for the New Year on the threshold
A foggy morning in a field where sheep are walking
Purple sunset on the seashore where clouds are invisible
And we are all waiting for the venus hair to bloom in the clearing