Текст песни Антон Макуха - 2016.09.15 На последней странице забытого мая

On the last page of the Forgotten May
On the dried rope someone's underpants.
We pulled together here with the dim outskirts
Just as once you.
And, to be replaced, the era of laughing at us,
Laughing at the stupidity of the highest ranks.
After all, we ourselves decide what rows
On slaughter us are like cattle.

09/15/2016