Текст песни Гражданская Оборона - Песенка про черную гуашь и надежду

Troubles do not melt and the days fly,
But somewhere in the hope of waves.
Time will rush, and that no matter what happens,
Boundless night rush rest.

Someone smeared red sun black gouache
And White Day smeared black gouache,
A black night already black.
Someone nechёrnoe all black gouache smears,
But in the black box, someone waving a white kerchief,
And this scarf from afar visible.

Troubles do not melt and the days fly,
But somewhere in the hope of waves.
Time will rush, and that no matter what happens,
Boundless night rush rest.

I did not become green grass under his feet,
And do not become yellow trail underfoot,
And do not become blue sky overhead.
Someone took the black hands dirty deed;
But while in the dark flashes white flame,
Nothing can happen to me.

Troubles do not melt and the days fly,
But somewhere in the hope of waves.
Time will rush, and that no matter what happens,
Boundless night rush rest.