Текст песни Владимир Ареховский - Атака

The war has turned into a cluster of metaphysical black holes,
The war turned into a war, where each is his own commander.
It would be a skill, and the offensive would be later,
Like a decisive battle, like eternal peace
Like a crushed enemy, like a last fool
Asked his ridiculous question.

Blood hit the brain. Attack!

War affirmed the empire through a great vicious circle,
The war turned into disbelief and learned to be silent aloud.
It would be a consent, and the people's power will return later,
Like gray ash, like bells
Like gulkin horseradish, like a Babylonian captivity,
Like the smell of spring birches.

Blood hit the brain. Attack!

The war has turned into that red button that needs to be pressed,
The war turned into a war, where the dead were ordered: "to lie!".
It would be calm, and everything else will come later,
And funny laughter, and fluffy snow,
And homeless heights, and blind thought,
And liquid construction wax.

06/27/99