Тёплая Трасса - Боевой пионерский отряд
текст песни

Fate is to blame for no death
On this holiday of reverend killers
I stood at the window at the evening concert,
Pulling out the splinters of the bloody eyelashes

And the diaphoretic system for pieces
And on the underground meowing kittens
Walks along the edge of dazzling earth
Combat Pioneer detachment

And above my blizzard is a restless summer
And in my darkness only voice and light
The latter parachute is the last sky
Flies through the porridge of the brewed years

And clamping the sleepers with the tongue,
Carrying crosses to each stage passed
The last night he warms his throat with boiling water
Combat Pioneer detachment

Lowering the eyes of frightened streets
A surprised child burns with shame
Seeing inadvertently how smiled
Executioners, wiping a tear from an ax,

And my mother ran along unhust paths,
I dropped the alarm into blind traces
And in empty eye sockets by the World Flood
The trouble was rolled up by an inconspicuous war

Yes, do not forget everything that will happen later
This hell will ascend on a vile paradise
Where this song will endure forever
Combat Pioneer detachment