Текст песни Под Откос - под прицелом

AT GUNPOINT

At this stage
At gunpoint - I!
Coming free
At the mercy of the day.
Through strikes and crosses,
Glamour and toast,
Feet, ass and bushes,
Colorful breasts.

At this stage
At gunpoint - you!
You do not you
Zapudrit minds -
Advertising on TV,
Sockets on the network,
Sects, faith and pop,
Media policy.

Far from us at dawn,
Away we on earth,
Multicolored on the planet,
Black-and-white on the moon.
Reflecting in the windows,
We draw in the pictures,
We get lost in the words,
And in the minds wander.

At this stage
At gunpoint - everything!
All downhill -
The joy on earth!
We bagels in the hole,
The puppets in hand,
Deep in the face,
With his back to the grubs.