Текст песни Антология - Бал в мертвом городе

City killed, the city is rotten
There are a lot of land for new graves
And people follow a leader for nothing
On death, to the end, to life in spite of
They have fun and live the city of Ball
People dance and sing not tired
The remains of the soul for the faith to give
Loving his city, and it die

Ball in the dead city
Living in fear, cold
Lies and betrayal
Mass insanity

Depriving yourself of wonderful things
You live here, raise children
Under the dome lies, slaves and outcasts
Do not believe everything and does not break the will of the
Cheap grub chuck throat
Gnaws like a dog, because only one vodka
A dead city streets know
Who is to blame, who is responsible