Текст песни Marschak - Нет Никаких Нас

There is no us have our lie that inspires the heart,
treacherous hypocrites wandering army, we
for drunken brawl, grimacing in choosing friends to come alive poetry impersonal creator
I kind of poisonous snakes, rampant wave of violence.
in the streets, that poisoned our sorrow, sad children can be met once we.
Quite different from the darkness, bursting with rage vandal.
in motion fatal mass insurgent bitter memories will retaliate,
cast into the fire of native cesspit.
fighting impregnable emptiness comfort abandoned apartments
as unloved son's death in a trap,
crying in the arms of his father, those warm and strong, we are presented with a rare opportunity to breath deeply, wearing a muzzle humbling and kissed his hand throng dangerous animals
shielding us in the womb rusty cells
one who will reward evil love