Текст песни Заповедник - Радист

Radine, pass: Reinforcement,
No more strength to restrain the onslaught.
Radist, faster, please not medi!
Not even an hour to play a long box.
A radist, what the hell, why is the radio silent?
Is it really not a debt, nor fear left?
Know if you left your post,
Your hat will go to Haupt-Watch!
Or did you get into the grid of stocking prostitutes,
Inxicated with brilliance cheap lipstick.
Is it really assumed the role of Judah?
I will find you on any circle of hell.
Radist, I already think about God -
Never descended such a weakness.
Never asked for help from him,
But now the worship fell in the throat.
I never believed in him never seen
Neither inside itself, nor somewhere outside.
I have not experienced acute need
And he never apparently, I was not needed.