Сломанный воздух - Период инкубации
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Rusty rails - right, left,
Stells of factories stretch into the sky!
Sort door, scraps of instructions,
A shaky skeleton made of metal structures,
Broken glasses, a boot of security,
Birds nest on tower cranes!
Terrible fairy tales about oil and soot -
This is not all about us about.

Early ... finish dancing,
The incubation period lasts.
Wounds ... will not disappear immediately
We must be afraid of this infection!

Terrible fairy tales about oil and soot -
This is not all that they will tell us about.
Walls are carriers of previous emotions,
In the morning - a bottle, in the evening - strontium.
Each shift under the rule of hypnosis
We get a new dose!
New Dawn of the post-nuclear era
We will meet with a concrete wall of the dispensary!

Sunny beam, through the windows-beads,
Draws a pattern on the floor of a psychiatric hospital.
House of hysterical laughter through tears,
As a monument to world psychosis!
Walls are carriers of previous emotions,
In the morning - a bottle, in the evening - strontium.
Each shift under the rule of hypnosis
We get a new dose!
New Dawn of the post-nuclear era
We will meet with a concrete wall of the dispensary!
Sunny beam, through the windows-beads,
Draws a pattern on the floor of a psychiatric hospital.
Late!
Crack the mind
Distributors of this infection ...

Roses ... lie on the graves,
So all the forces ended
Wounds ... will not disappear immediately
We must be afraid of this infection !!!

Terrible fairy tales about oil and soot -
This is not all that they will tell us about.
Walls are carriers of previous emotions,
In the morning - a bottle, in the evening - strontium.
Each shift under the rule of hypnosis
We get a new dose!
New Dawn of the post-nuclear era
We will meet with a concrete wall of the dispensary!

Sunny beam, through the windows-beads,
Draws a pattern on the floor of a psychiatric hospital.
House of hysterical laughter through tears,
As a monument to world psychosis!
Walls are carriers of previous emotions,
In the morning - a bottle, in the evening - strontium.
Each shift under the rule of hypnosis
We get a new dose!
New Dawn of the post-nuclear era
We will meet with a concrete wall of the dispensary!

Rusty rails - right, left,
Stells of factories stretch into the sky!
Sort door, scraps of instructions,
A shaky skeleton made of metal structures,
Broken glasses, a boot of security,
Birds nest on tower cranes!
Terrible fairy tales about oil and soot -
This is not all about us about.
This is not all that they will tell us about!
This is not all about us about us !!
This is not all that they will tell us about !!!
This is not all !!!

I see a horizon behind mirage
It is covered with layers of atmosphere.
How to measure freedom
We were taught at the sunset of the era.
I see pride in building
Crowned with a red flag on top.
We are another amaze
We will survive with concrete sargofag !!