Оригинален текст
In a plane that's flown much higher
Opened up across the neck
Filming records of the hour
All the details they'd elect
Psalms of survival
Psalms of survival
Time and speed affect the frame
And the view above the ground
Through a lens, a tiny fissure
Wishing it would settle down
Psalms of survival
Psalms of survival
From the air it's just a grain
Another square of parcelled ground
Films of people living there
Don't have any sound
Psalms of survival
Psalms of survival