Текст песни День Триффидов - Госцена

Here is the exchange point for money!
Here the debt does not give boring nor alcohol!
Here you do not perceive words on faith!
Here you do not take your pain in the pawnshop!

Gross - the price of your sincere words!
How is the statecy of your young life!
Gross - the price of your muddy affairs!
How the statesman next of your song!

Here souls are sold at discounted prices!
Here, death is bought at the price of the guilt!
Here all the indifference circulates in the veins!
Here the world will be exchanged with a surcharge on the war!

Gross - the price of your small world!
As the statecy of your theory of life!
Gross - the price of your ideology!
As a statement of another thoughts!

Here are barter transactions of controversy to rage!
Here is an auction of lustful fascism!
Here is a circuit of equivalent greed!
Here is a repository - a middle for non-scatsticalism!

Gross - the price of your young life!
As a statecyc of your altruism!
Gross - the price of your senselessness!
As a statecycles of your pacifism!