Текст песни Телевизор - А по берегам

And on the banks
People build fences ,
Planted on a chain
Gloom dogs .
put traps
Successful thieves
In loser - thief
The slaves on the slave .

And on the banks
cities ashes
The Rumble Croutes
Heavenly distance.
Soul for sale
At the fair, poor ,
And next to the ruble
For those who sold it.

We sail
Towards sunset ,
a crane
On the waves of the blue .
Warm way,
gait cruise
Jet through the veins of the planet alive ...

By the will of heaven
I have not amassed wealth,
As the fates decree
I do not build a family .
Just forgot ,
How is it - to fight
For a place under the sun ,
For a place in the ranks.