Текст песни Капитализм - Битые стекла

Broken glass on the wet sand
Grim butt is stuck to the glass
Midnight army greatcoat (pogom?)
Torn shoes got wet and stuck

But you do not torment yourself
The problems of tomorrow's days
Quietly close your eyes
And lie down in a coffin made
We zasyplem you land
And insert painted cross
Trample the ground leg
And forget about the fact that you have lived on this earth.

Broken glass on the wet sand
Funeral hedgehog reserve wires
All broken off and ran down
Morning rain slashed grass

But you do not torment yourself
The problems of tomorrow's days
Quietly close your eyes
And lie down in a coffin made
We zasyplem you land
And insert painted cross
Trample the ground leg
And forget about the fact that you have lived on this earth.

Broken glass on the wet sand
Explosion of Hiroshima after Chernobyl
Loosely Gulf Afghan blood
Forgotten in Poland and the cry of mothers

But you do not torment yourself
The problems of tomorrow's days
Quietly close your eyes
And lie down in a coffin made
We zasyplem you land
And insert painted cross
Trample the ground leg
And forget about the fact that you have lived on this earth.