Текст песни Баррикады Строк - Олово

From open eyes - tin,
Collecting bullets for years with the crown,
Refracted by a broken mirror
In a skewed generation.

From open palms - evil to the earth.
The banks of the labyrinths are shackled.
I read the world about a crazy war
And I found a lot of fun in him.

When at random they rose into the light -
The trail is lost, the graves are milestones -
After all, they did not think, starting to sing,
That we will remain a bitter echo.

The horizon is burning in the clouds,
Cutting off all unnecessary
Cloudy, like a glass edge,
The calendar measures out with numbers.

And the soul will burn in the seven winds,
The nights will burn out with viscous anger.
Stupid paradise on other people's bones -
Rewritten, plundered,

Where the breath warms the steel
Forgotten in a steep slide
Not wanting to stand in line anymore,
You shoot to kill.

But when they give us all names
Out of parameters, out of the air,
I will close the century where my war is
Was just a prelude to peace.