Текст песни Кукрыниксы - из стен огня

My voice does not wait
Come out of me
My soul does not burn
Give other fire

Those who know the way
Where can I forget everything
Conscience whether they
Do not let the door close

Wall of fire
In captivity calendar
From mountain trails
Whatever the path, then the coffin

Of hot words
I have not written home
From vivid dreams
And raised my voice

Maybe all in vain
And there are no ways
A place for you
Only a mother's heart

Fall on the snow
New body
Warming of the
Who will take the land

Wall of fire
In captivity calendar
From mountain trails
Whatever the path, then the coffin

Of hot words
I have not written home
From vivid dreams
And raised my voice