Текст песни Адаптация - В Шиферодвинске

How the cat cried, how the reeds rustled,
How to pluck slate from high roofs
In criminal areas in times of peace
Commandant bag for your darkness.
Here, instead of trees, only stumps grow,
Only a pit on a pit, and punks on punks ... tomorrow again Saturday.

In Shiferodvinsk

Tell me where spring comes from
And through whose silence the trains crawl here,
Tearing apart the inaccessibility of borders.
Past children's drawings and abandoned dreams
By hand, by mind, by the basics of the basics
A triumphant flight from himself to nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere ...

In Shiferodvinsk

It is impossible to forget this dumb basement.
You yourself are one of those who are pretty tired
See the faces of all those who are next to you.
Generals of illusion, soldiers of longing -
Merciless time tears us to pieces -
Everyone is for himself, and only God is against everyone - and nothing can be done.

In Shiferodvinsk