Текст песни П.фИЛЬМЫ - Нищета

Poverty

Through the snowdrifts from the slums Sun
bare feet beyond the horizon
moved east ...
Dead men danced around!
Under the ground, moles sing that
tomorrow will be a new day!

Somewhere out there dying us
on billboards
poverty will take back ...
Poverty!

Old age will remove the chandeliers from the ceiling,
The stools will cry pitifully under your feet once and for all!
If we feel sad again,
you and I will eat all the drugs
let's go to a fucking rave

and somewhere out there dying us
on billboards
poverty will carry to the start ...
Poverty!