Третья Мировая Весна - Информация
текст песни

There is nothing to regret, we were out of order,
Gray man walks around the field
Collects grain, collects information -
Drayed ports of rotten civilization.

But winter broke out:
Insulation in the square,
Ice dreams,
The wind on the shovel
Corridors without doors,
Soul on Popolam,
Body without bones
Cold, like a flame.

There is a landmark, where the sun is in the palm of your hand -
We are united by idle homeless
Strange dances of a brutal war,
A man down face against a brick wall.

But dogs are eaten
It turns out a secret.
Fists without a fight,
Only there is no conclusion.
An endless sigh
Unknown soldier,
Dumb commotion,
Cold of the machine gun.

There is nothing to regret, we are wounded by an arrow,
Dirty slopes are waiting for us and Stoba.
Not earthly longing - earthly observations,
Ice pipes of furnace heating.

But winter broke out:
Insulation in the square,
Ice dreams,
The wind on the shovel
Corridors without doors,
Soul on Popolam,
Body without bones
Cold like a flame

So it happened, we are disarmed
Something did not converge, not awakened by someone.
Gray man, gray to madness
Our souls want without thought.

But the bridges collapsed - not laid with their hands.
In search of water, the flame was lit.
They passed without doors, carried what was in the bowl:
The body without bones is a paper sailboat.