Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - О чём я пел

Icons are crying in the corners,
And shakes the planet.
Plagued by a gloomy firmament
Streams of blood and fire.
I'm not sure I can
Take responsibility for it,
But still inclined to think
What will be asked of me.

Where the patriarchs and leaders,
What is the fate of antiquity used to do?
They are now - the earthly dust,
Sand, lost in hours.
You say, and we're
Once, too, will become dust.
But this is only half way,
And the rest you know yourself.

And every sound - from birds cry
Until the national anthem -
Reminds pipe call
And the ringing of broken chains.
Hold heavy fall,
Dungeons collapse, the world will perish,
And you will be alone,
And you'll understand what I was singing.