Текст песни Potlatch - У старого корыта

On the great construction sites ,
beds and fields
They came into the world
children of war.
The blankets of muscles
their mother was pregnant .
unquenchable
well
love.

They caressed the grass ,
Birds sang their anthem,
clouds tossed skyward.
They gave to drink the river
they lured the forest ,
flowers
We gave them life .

Beautiful far ,
horizons teasing ,
keep abreast
from hour to hour ,
day by day.
The famine came ,
teeth penetrate into the blood.
Rebelling , kids screaming ,
trampling underfoot
maternal love .

The fog lifted,
went raindrops .
The old trough
the mother was left alone .