Текст песни Янка Дягилева - Мы по колено

We are knee-deep in your voices,
Are you on the shoulders of our hair.
They are stained with dark bellies ,
And I'm up to my neck in the disastrous areas.
We are under a jet of boiling water,
Are you the sound of hammer blows .

They are in the shadow of a newspaper sheet ,
And I at the time of the Iron clicks.
We are in the sights of thousands of your phrases ,
Are you behind a wall that collapsed on us.
They are on a pile of hands, hearts and eyes,
And I'm sick of them , and in you and in us.