усиков - гостиный двор
текст песни

Here's the shopping mall –
We need to be on guard,
We need to be on guard
All day.

Don't get too close –
They'll put us on the cheek,
They'll put us on the cheek,
We're a shadow.

I remember the reproach in their glances
And those empty words,
That lead nowhere.

These aren't jokes, not nonsense,
And we haven't gone mad –
We want to live, not just survive, here.

All this is nonsense.
There's no point.
All this is nonsense.
There's no point.

I remember how I got used to news from the box.
No business.
There will be business.
Finally, it got through.
And we walk from one dead end to another –
Back and forth, back and forth. And all according to

New,
Again
Conversation is forbidden.
Who are we?
What are you?
Everyone, be quiet!
Not a word.

Is this all nonsense?
Is this all nonsense? Does it make no sense?
Give me an answer!
Yes or no?
No?
No?