Текст песни Море Внутри - 09. Фатальность

In the young month of April
In the old park melts snow,
And merry swings
Start their run.
Forget everything in the world,
The heart froze in the chest,
Only the sky, only the wind,
Only joy behind ...

Crying the sky about the dead dolphins
On the disgusting planets,
On which everything around in ruins
And there is no future.
This is not yet known
On the eve of the conceived cells ...
Let's sing
Song of death, kids.

The conformism of generation is clear:
These are victims of total slavery,
And therefore so dangerous
Exit to the space populated by them.
Each at birth
Black labels were issued ...
Let's sing
Song of death, kids.