Текст песни Танцы На Руинах - Без прикрас

warts and all

Text - Daria Lyman
Music - Alex Aquarius

The city , the people , the bridge .
Fear, love , debauchery ,
Gluttonous post
The plague hospital wards.
We tails between their legs ,
Not knowing where we will be .
Clumps of gray hair
Fall down on my chest.

The soul has lost an eye ,
Your country forever
Remained unadorned ,
Empty closed their eyelids .
take his father palm
Baby at the breast ,
And hastily chase
The street with his feet.

A crowd of people beating ,
And everyone itching
Climb on the shoulders of those
Who ate less problems.
The land of thy dear
Now you stranger ,
And death looks from the front,
Russia unvarnished .

There is a struggle for power ,
The homeless, prisoners and slaves ,
It does not fall at the fountain -
Everywhere blood river.
And grinder days
In the ashes will be scattered ,
You like hell for it,
But it is a pity to wake up.

A crowd of people beating ,
And everyone itching
Climb on the shoulders of those
Who ate less problems.
The land of thy dear
Now you stranger ,
And death looks from the front,
Russia unvarnished .

2013