Текст песни Последние Танки в Париже - Пусть подыхают дети

And let them look for us - the bridges are burned,
And again the three stars in the sky will laugh,
And we don't need their terrible dreams.
We still have happiness and love.

And what do we do about it, live and die?
Buy yourself hope and sell everything
Don't need your dirty stupid dreams
We still have happiness and love.

It's a waste of money
It's an indifferent drawing of stars
It's Sunday and Monday
And this is serious!

Let the children die and the grass grow.
Above us in the dirty sky again twice two
What fools call the truth
They can see it from their hands.

And let there be no more eye to eye
And even though I have already told you everything,
Don't need your dirty stupid dreams
We still have happiness and love.

It's a waste of money
This is an indifferent drawing of stars
It's Sunday and Monday
And this is serious!