Текст песни Новый день - Пир во время чумы

Thunderstorm noise and living windows
The hum of cars and the crackle of broken glass
Flag on flag, face on face
And we are at the table and wine is on the table

Feast in Time of Plague

Time of day when the city sleeps
Every dog runs with its tail between its legs
Ahead there is a cry and laughter behind the emptiness
And suddenly a hand lay on my shoulder

Feast in Time of Plague

Behind the wall of years we see your work
We are afraid and we are waiting, we are waiting for the final judgment
We were promised everything better than there
Here is gold and bread, the rest is not for us

Feast in Time of Plague