Текст песни НоВЫй ВЫход - Прогресс

Overgrown with asphalt damp earth
He is trying to live in spite of all the laws.
Laws factories, war and labor
Labour man spoil nature.
Chilled birds sitting on branches
Dried, old, bald oak.
They, too, lived in comfortable homes
While in the old forest they came loggers

Progress, progress will destroy my forest.
Progress, progress will destroy my forest.

Open wells splatters fire
Spewing a cloud of oil pressure.
And settles gray rain
On Russian land fiery death.

Progress, progress will destroy my forest.
Progress, progress will destroy my forest.

Science has put everything in its place.
On our planet is ruled by the strongest.
But who do you strongly ask himself
If you do not see our eternal land.

Progress, progress will destroy my forest.
Progress, progress will destroy my forest.