Текст песни Пустые улицы и коробок спичек. - Война - это мир. Весь мир - это война.

We burn that unpleasant eyes,
Razed the city land,
We do not believe most sincere tears,
Even when he turned gray beard on his face.

Demolish the hopes of children,
That fact has not increased,
Broken people and waiting for their deaths,
Not fighting with everyone waiting in dampness.

Burning fire in the cities,
But sometimes people do not know,
What pants there people in homes
And with a prayer in the eyes of dying.

Nobody takes steps
No enemy with bloody hands,
Neither our soldiers his,
With stained, dirty sleeves.

Someone will die, will not seek power,
Someone will rise from its knees, who killed fate
War - a world
Yes, the whole world - this is a war.