Текст песни пионерлагерь пыльная радуга - За окружной

Woofer quiet weeping
Utopia sun behind the wall
High-voltage transmission
Poles in the field of district

At the height of delirium, trembling
Always my friends with me
By freezing darkness
Humming in the district for the fields

The edge of the land went into the yellow foam
Behind the world mired in the darkness
You wake up alone on treason
After all, you do not know where I am now

Woofer quiet weeping
And somewhere above my ragged
High-voltage transmission
Poles in the field of district