Пелымский - Температура века
текст песни

Thirty seven-
The temperature of the century,
The most harmful
for a person,
the bullet does not knock down
Stop fighting
body,
In the meantime
The heart beats
withstanding the rhythm,
And with him
clocks of the clock
and hammer,
What clogs nails
In the layouts of cities.
I am waiting for a call-
One, second,
And here is the last
the show begins !!
The lights flicker
There is silence in the hall
and on the screen in numbers
twelve.
One two...
And on your lips
words
instant-gray echo.
So spring is forgotten
Under the mercury-and-sparled wax.