Текст песни Лёха Никонов - Так пусть взрываются участки...

So let explode sites
and treacherous night screaming.
All this will, this paint
all-devouring time.
Capitalism is so disgusting,
like a corpse, swollen by water
and windows would definitely crosses on buildings.
Bobs moon censer
and the Church as a big boot.
The tomb is a door.
With me is arguing the same God,
but I do not believe him.
See how children die,
as the howling wind booming,
as the crowd laughs,
like tearing lanes
city ​​breaks through the black rain,
and beside the same river and cathedrals
and lights, stick out clues in the mist
and talk, talk, talk ...
Or maybe it's a dream to me?