Gudvin - Чей лик чист

Пополнится новой жертвой наш Монстр-Сити.
Я дальше поеду, я вам не помог, простите.
Oh, tender blossoms in a world made of stone,
Your innocence standing so fragile alone.
I'd shelter your beauty hold back the storm's blow,
But the city consumes you wherever you go.
This cold urban jungle takes all that is bright,
Leaves me broken-hearted, lost in the night.