Текст песни пелымский - Температура века

Thirty seven-
century temperature
The most harmful
For a person,
bullet does not bring down
stop fighting
organism
Well, so far
Heart beats
withstanding rhythm
and with him
blows of watch
and hammer
What clogs nails
In the mocks of cities.
I am waiting for a call-
one, second,
And here is the last,
The show begins !!
Lights flicker
in the silence hall,
and on the screen numbers
twelve.
One two...
And your lips
the words
Instant gray echoes.
So forgotten Spring
Under mercury-sick wax.