Текст песни Горящий Сидней - На людской скотобойне закончился день

My neon world, children's pathos of garlands
My dear Vaterland dies in me
Planet of happy people is dying
In a human slaughterhouse, the day is over

In a human slaughterhouse, the day is over

And the despair of tears with a numb hand
Passerby wipes, crematorium smokes
Unlike those who will come for you
The myth of human swastika

The myth of human swastika

And on the heavenly bench they will hang a tablet with the inscription "Recount"
The world will find us in shop windows and dreams and put on granite
We in the ceremonial uniforms will wait for the Messiah, but instead of the Messiah will come
In a robe, a blood-splattered old blind butcher

Trains going into the night, astronauts flying into the distance
And for the control taken, the star Fuhrer gives a medal

I would give my heart myself if I knew why and to whom
But here everything exists for the idea of ​​turning the world into a prison

Books not worth writing in blood yet
- looked at the portraits of the Chekists, learned to dream

My socialism is unreal, on the map of systems and times
He is not there, I fucked such a reality, let reality die

May the sky extinguish all the stars, may the earth burn with shame
For five billion good people let them perish in the fire of the city

The border of snow will turn into a desert, the shackles of winter will fall
Columns of saints with empty eyes will destroy the reality of the prison