Текст песни Plasтика - 9 Мая

In Dachau, peace and quiet ,
In Auschwitz there is nobody to give .
You're hurt - blood on the sheets ,
Never so you do not blush .
You - the lower class , you - a paradox
You're all a treacherous pronouncement ,
You - the parallax you - a predatory tiger
You're backed into a games area .
The enemy does not give away his house ,
Empty in velvet banners .
Draw , their name is Legion .
Risking all that he can .
And in the last Buchenwald
day
He passed quietly , without a trace .
There was a mound , it - a hurricane ,
His snow-covered .
Who among us -this - detachments ?
Haskalah all anchors .
My country , Okhotny Ryad ,
We - the children in October .