Текст песни Странные Игры - Мы Увидеть Должны

Behind the thick veil of our everyday affairs,
For the sick waste of our souls, our bodies,
Through the dull shadows of resentment and worries,
Through the tight plexus of everyday adversity,
Behind the ugly world of empty vanity
Behind the sullen and sullen face of poverty.

We must see how beautiful the land is
Like birch trees are soft and light poplars,
They should see the heart of a faithful friend.
The greenery of the summer meadow and the thrill of spring
They should see the heart of a faithful friend.
The greenery of the summer meadow and the thrill of spring.

Through grumbling and crying and sobbing and cursing,
And through the squeal of brakes in the early morning hours,
Behind the shrill cry of fire sirens
At a concert of feline conjugal scenes,
And behind the cry of the kids screaming in the garden,
Behind the hysteria of the merchants waiting for the war.

We must hear the whisper of the sleepy grass,
The beauty of silence, a bird in the thick of foliage,
That dozed off in the darkness of the forest.
Having managed to compose a lullaby tune before going to bed,
And in the darkness of the forest lightly slumbers,
Having managed to compose a lullaby melody before going to bed.