Ощупь - Мародёры
текст песни

Silence on the line
Lock yourself in your room
Marauders in the city
They left the bins
Unattended - remember
Marauders in the city

They're tearing down doorways
Flights of stairs are cut off
Reinforced concrete walls are crumbling
Digging tunnels, looking for approaches

Rusty horses are boiling on Guchkovka
Along Leningradka they are raking up the remains
Amphetamine innuendos
Thin streams of blood in the 'nine'

While you're having your conversations
There are looters under your balcony
Look out the window
There's no one here
But can you hear
Someone is breathing behind this bush

It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity
Somewhere the free summer will be forgotten
It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity
Portraits will scatter like a handful of seeds

We'll catch up later, burns on the skin
We are a thousand years old, although we look a little younger
We are clearing out the quagmire of bespontuous freedom
We set fire to rubber, burn pieces of nature

While you are passing judgment on us
We catch the arrivals
While you are shouting after the Marauders
We silently nod and catch the arrivals

It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity
Somewhere the free summer will be forgotten
It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity
Portraits will scatter like a handful of seeds

We look like honest people, we look like local people
We mow down the dead tightly under the sober ones
We wear the clothes of unknown people
Trying to break out of the useless

Who am I here?
I'm a hopeless stranger here
I'm the one who's in the spring
will not lead you

It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity
Somewhere the free summer will be forgotten
It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity
Portraits will scatter like a handful of seeds