Текст песни АукцЫон - Рабочее утро

Yet over the world -through the night ,
Dreams climb in each bed .
But Broad is my native land ,
Time to get up , it's time to get up .

Even for those wandering Sandman ,
Rumpled and sleepy face of the sun ,
But swearing on the rise,
Crawling to the construction truck.

On foot , in buses , trams
Hastening to the shops working people .
The land then only comes to life ,
When workers stand up.