Текст песни Rodonitza - Москва

These streets remember the agony of the herd
Triumph of revolutions ...
Speeches of the withered leaders
In the black rivers of a huge city.
October is playing behind the bars of the windows
Dead faces of leaves.
Like in blue dreams
The lonely night will come to you.
In the eyes of horseflies
Palms are full.
Class theory lessons
And greed is a bloody root.
The dictatorship of instincts
break forever and
A stump of despair
collapse at your feet.
Endless days eclipse
its own ugliness
You are real - one on one.
Overcomes self-centeredness
Madness, the thought of ...
Madness, by thought
that the war is not over.
Moscow!
The war is not over.