Текст песни Вадим Мулерман - Рядовые прометеи

We are dealing with wires
With poles of electric tracks.
And where we lit the lights over the houses
They are called the openings of us.

No one will dare to tell us
That there’s no such profession in the world -
Private Prometheus,
Giving people light
They just give people light.

Well, they themselves under the smokehouse in the evenings
We spend the bachelor's leisure.
And sometimes we remember the mail for men -
What a long time letters come to us.

No one will dare to tell us
That there’s no such profession in the world -
Private Prometheus,
Giving people light
They just give people light.

Lacy electric masts -
Our wanderings milestones.
I guess we just can not otherwise
Without this roaming fate.

No one will dare to tell us
That there’s no such profession in the world -
Private Prometheus,
Giving people light
They just give people light.

And wherever work throws us
We always repeat with you -
"Work at half strength, burn at full speed
No way to Prometheus! "

No one will dare to tell us
That there’s no such profession in the world -
Private Prometheus,
Giving people light
They just give people light.

No one will dare to tell us
That there’s no such profession in the world -
Private Prometheus,
Giving people light
They just give people light.