А. Непомнящий - Чандала
текст песни

In my passport, serial number
And registration in the place
In the same stone house,
As in separately besieged Brest
Unwinded lines are white
Crushed dog does not hurt
If only their heavens were intact,
So that the cops of all countries are satisfied
Depending on how the spring is killing an hour
Satanlate dust under the feet

The dirt sang everything - it is easy to get infected
The face of the Virgin on the lighter
Unique taste of advertising water
How is it all the same above the roof on the stick
Comfortable and numb
How a blue horse on wheels dreams of flying
With all my heart, join the common cause -
Buy, sell, sell, sell
Spring surrounds the fence
Satanlate dust under the feet

Without borders, without tears, without faces, without differences,
Without memory, without kind, without anger
From a cradle to a new brick
From a native river soul to a common net
Fishermen have humane arguments
And the secrets of wonderful earthly transformations
All alive in gold bargains
And the rebellious - just in the target
Birds and trees in percent, lines of numbers and cents
Concrete honeycombs, binary codes
In another dose (tears, frosts), stars, stripes
Dissident dreams, the Old Testament love,
Masterly simple truth
They are such wizards, specialists, craftsmen, alchemists
Dead sun, fake sun
Dead sun in a piggy bank in the bottom
Their street is walking all night to the first rooster
To a heavy stream, to a spark on the sleeve
Straw sin
Until the day when the pancakes will scold us spring
So hung, hollow, Shrovetide!
Gori, Gori, Shrovetide!

Dreamed of forgiven Sunday, immortality
Yes, only howl outside the window - I will not fall asleep, I will not understand
Either angry trampled devils
Give a witch to marry, whether the spring is burying
Satanlane dust underfoot
Satanlane dust underfoot.
Chandala.