| Song | Smoking Guns |
| Artist | Musty Luxury |
| Album | Hello My Dear |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Катачигова Сабина Эльхан Кызы | |
| 作曲 : Ермолаев Михаил Михайлович/Круглов Александр Анатольевич/Леонтьев Борис Ильич/Степанов Максим Александрович | |
| ..it was a bloody morning | |
| when soldiers entered the town | |
| they had to put all the neighbours down | |
| the streets are melting on fire | |
| sounds of shots in the air | |
| our lost souls are flying to nowhere | |
| smoking guns | |
| are looking for victims | |
| they wanna shed our blood tonight. | |
| smoking guns | |
| are looking for someone | |
| to shed their, to shed their blood tonight.. | |
| it was a silent evening | |
| when soldiers left our town | |
| they thought they broke our resistance down | |
| the streets are filled with the bodies | |
| scent of flesh in the air | |
| we're still alive heading to nowhere!.. | |
| smoking guns | |
| were looking for victims | |
| they had to shed our blood tonight. | |
| smoking guns | |
| were looking for someone | |
| to shed their, to shed their blood tonight.. |
| zuo ci : | |
| zuo qu : | |
| . . it was a bloody morning | |
| when soldiers entered the town | |
| they had to put all the neighbours down | |
| the streets are melting on fire | |
| sounds of shots in the air | |
| our lost souls are flying to nowhere | |
| smoking guns | |
| are looking for victims | |
| they wanna shed our blood tonight. | |
| smoking guns | |
| are looking for someone | |
| to shed their, to shed their blood tonight. . | |
| it was a silent evening | |
| when soldiers left our town | |
| they thought they broke our resistance down | |
| the streets are filled with the bodies | |
| scent of flesh in the air | |
| we' re still alive heading to nowhere! . . | |
| smoking guns | |
| were looking for victims | |
| they had to shed our blood tonight. | |
| smoking guns | |
| were looking for someone | |
| to shed their, to shed their blood tonight. . |
| zuò cí : | |
| zuò qǔ : | |
| . . it was a bloody morning | |
| when soldiers entered the town | |
| they had to put all the neighbours down | |
| the streets are melting on fire | |
| sounds of shots in the air | |
| our lost souls are flying to nowhere | |
| smoking guns | |
| are looking for victims | |
| they wanna shed our blood tonight. | |
| smoking guns | |
| are looking for someone | |
| to shed their, to shed their blood tonight. . | |
| it was a silent evening | |
| when soldiers left our town | |
| they thought they broke our resistance down | |
| the streets are filled with the bodies | |
| scent of flesh in the air | |
| we' re still alive heading to nowhere! . . | |
| smoking guns | |
| were looking for victims | |
| they had to shed our blood tonight. | |
| smoking guns | |
| were looking for someone | |
| to shed their, to shed their blood tonight. . |