Текст песни The КилькИ - Жёлтая комната

Yellow Room, black curtains
Yellow Room, the people majors
All who are with us stand up together
Grid on hands break windows
Tear to freedom, gnaw, bite.
Under the yoke of the lattice does not bend
Dig, break, smash, Fight
Break the grate freed.
We were all in a confined place.
I will help you in this protest.
Someone broke, do not continue.
It lies at the threshold of death and awaiting
Who is tired I could not win.
Enemies helps that you have to conquer
All who are with us stand up together
Grid on hands break windows
Yellow Room, black curtains
Lie on the floor, people majors
The grille is broken glass on the floor.
We stopped this war!