Текст песни Игорь Егоров - Миллионы прекрасных сердец

Rain cold vault of heaven -
Tore, not sparing, into pieces;
Which day and which year
We are held captive in a vice.

Millions of beautiful hearts
Billions of wonderful ideas
Hourly, cold lead
They take it with their breast.

Tin cans of garbage cans
Lives in the lungs
Perennial, multi-layered dust
It floats in our blood.

Hands are cold, dirty, old
Crashed into the steel of wires
And behind this early soul
Many chains and shackles.

Do not overpower and do not break
The severity of this burden.
And all that remains is to torment
Soul in the crown of the prison.

From captivity! From gray decay - down with!
Look for light in the tunnel!
From wild damp to peace of mind,
It is not true that there is no way out.