Текст песни прощай оружие - рай

Twenty years as not happening, doomed
Batteries moaning from water, hot
You knocked in my window
They say come out, fool, here winter, good

Zealed puddles, people
Run from ourselves on broken dishes
Don't be sad, it's all illusory
In fact, it has long been steer, blown

Good - light, stood in a row
Paradise is where they do not speak
Cold Light along the gray pillars
There is nothing here, nothing, survive

I pursue a grumb from frost and sun
In Soviet pockets of tormenting keys
I forgot how to hang around, lost won't return
Drown in the swamp of the corrugated numbers

We are here together, we have forgiven and accepted
Wearam deserved just proud
You touched the wings to the blue rates
Let's understand how beautiful life