Текст песни обезьяназ - все это зря

All this is in vain - we are grains, and you follow us
came and ready to sow the fields of cement
and all this is for us to know
how precious sunlight is today.

All this banner and any roof is the Reichstag,
but only you and I are not Egorov and not Kantaria.
The world around is built on your and my bones
and the road home is more dangerous than the tightrope.

Stop trying to jump for this ball
air - it will fly away from here.
My watch is always in a hopeless rush.
And to waste time I sleep.

Everything will end, possibly with a stomach ulcer
or an unpleasant effusion of blood into the brain.
Behind that door they may be waiting for me
but now, of course, it is too late to open it.