Текст песни Сотрудники - Черная лента

Sold out awards otsyfrovali memory of those
Who was happy to die for the happiness of us all .
They took portraits, hung watch.
They are gone, they no longer need them .
But the heart somewhere touched by light .

/ Black tape, and have remembered home ,
/ Leaving a trail tears of our mothers .
/ Generation ungrateful and not native
/ Forget those who produce live.

Honor , memorials are hidden behind posters stands ,
Holy is gone, and you sleep peacefully .
Giving rise to new wars , put a cross on the old .
You are not worthy of this place .
But the heart somewhere touched by light .