Текст песни Огнелёт - Марш

March

We,
Representing garbage
And half measures
We started marching through the sets, sideboards,
And wardrobes.
Breaking down cozy drywall burrows
And cinder block and Finnish plywood locks
We perform on our nerves
And pots of porridge
Our
March.

We are millions
A crowd of freaks and underdogs,
We walk past the shrunken
Clerks,
Fathers of decent families
Dripping with prejudice
Housewives,
Out for shopping.
Your false teeth
Freuds and Murakami
Crunch under our
With barbaric steps.
Let be
Gives away in the voids of heads
Fucking mothers
Our
March.

We are all here
Knee pounded in meat,
Crippled by lies,
Propped against the wall
In darned old socks and stupid slippers
Accustomed to move -
Who is crawling and who is on all fours,
Successfully fucking themselves
The most beautiful paradise
With carpets, ficus in a tub,
A cage with a parrot.
But now we're squinting in the sun
Your half-blind faces,
Now we -
Walking
Walking
We are walking.

We -
All
Spoiled,
Broken and empty.
Waste of the social order.
We -
Minced meat out of hopelessness and despair.
And this -
Our
March!
March!
March!