Текст песни Телевизор - Музыка для мертвых

Time is silent, there is one more salvo
The moon hung over the world as a ragged target.
Red metal in insatiable eyes
The rusty word "war" has been re-melted.

And only blood on the back of the medals
You hear - music for the dead.
Where the glory ends
You see - a holiday for the dead.
There's blood on the back of the medals
This is life for the dead ...

Wax melts on the rosy faces of the priests,
On the faces of the killers, the anticipation of new victories.
This is a ceremony, and no one will save the victim,
And no one will ask: "Do you need this?"

And only blood on the back of the medals
You hear - music for the dead.
Where the glory ends
You see - a holiday for the dead.
There's blood on the back of the medals
This is life for the dead ...