Текст песни Тёплая трасса - Боевой пионерский отряд

Blame fate is that there was no death
On this festive day Reverend killers
I stood at the window in the evening concert
  Snatching splinters
  Blood eyelashes

And sweatshops into pieces
And underground meowing kittens
It is on the edge of the dazzling land
Battle pioneer team squad

A blizzard of my hectic summer
And in the darkness of my voice and the only light
Reshet last parachute sky
  It flies through porridge
  Brewed years

And zakolachivaya sleepers language
And every sign of the cross on each passed stage
Last night warms the throat boiling water
Fighting Pioneer detachment
Fighting Pioneer detachment

Leaving the frightened eyes of streets
Surprised child burning with shame
Accidentally saw as the smile
  Executioners wiping
  Tear with ax
And his mother ran on unexplored paths
Anxiety dropped into the empty tracks
And in the empty sockets global ceiling
  Nakata trouble
  Unnoticed War

Do not forget that then happen
Over the meanest paradise lifted this hell
Where ever this song dopoet
Fighting Pioneer detachment
Fighting Pioneer detachment