Текст песни Бы - Сонет

Lyrics : Panichkin Tamm ( Father )
Music: Juozaitis Oleg I. ( son )
From our connected networks
Suddenly, the world has become crowded,
And we children cruelty
Untwist the verbal whip .
Now, no bitterness, no tears ,
But in the emptiness of open cells
Powys is one simple question:
For us eh Russian Roulette ?
Taut string trembles
Line timidly sonnet ,
And there is no jealousy , no lies ,
But why did not the world?
You are your own doctor now ,
The judge , jailer and executioner.