Текст песни Urban Pinochet - На столбах

When the crowd gathers
A nightmare of history on the back
We will be hanged on poles with you
Because we were against
We did not squeeze dimes in our hands
And didn't count on success
We were somehow different
For each other and against everyone
Without calls to change something
Catch, tie, hang someone
They'll catch us, you and me
And in the end they will hang, of course.
All because I didn't care
Like little meerkats burrowing
We got under the covers
And not on dark barricades
The mild night replaced songs
About the fact that soon this world will collapse
We thought it would be more useful
Quiet smoking in a small kitchen
Silently stare at dead stars
And despise, despise, despise
Only the moon was approaching seriously
Just like a fucking overseer
The light crashed and the door is fucked
We wanted over our heads
To spread our
Forever our love flew
Only under the broad-shouldered heads
Unprincipled and lost
And shots crackle on the planet
Like a tree under the blow
Life will not end, it will begin
I give you a promise
The moon will smile at you and me
Look out the window goodbye
Two pillars are visible in the wasteland
Where pieces of cold flesh
Our bodies will dangle
Because we were against