Текст песни Бабангида - Постапокалипсис

Scraps of phrases wind chases on asphalt
empty sleeping areas
skeletons in solitary confinement
perspiration covers fear from fear
last night passed without a pale
but today again we remembered
that danger lurks us everywhere
it's a post apocalypse
the dead world, like the cross we carry
empty roads, empty roads to nowhere
count the steps of the heart beats
and the sun on the horizon beckons into the distance
and we walk past the ruined buildings
but safe to travel only at night
during the day it’s better to stay in the basement
mutants lie on the surface
and carries the radioactive waters of the river Pregolya
Kalik is a fashionable city
there are only two of us alive around the world

Post Apocalypse in the fashionable city of Kalik
we walked along the same road
and didn’t come anywhere
This is a post-apocalypse in the fashionable city of Kalik.
we walked along one road
and didn’t come anywhere

And there seems to have been no disaster
only the smoke of hundreds of bonfires
and confused lines in the head
told about the end of time
we will all die: our claims and reproaches -
we don’t fuck much
we’re no longer looking for meaning in life,
only simple things worry
women, sleep and food
on the way through the wasteland
where are the living corpses around
and where do we find the way, my friend?
That city on the horizon -
maybe in another episode of this series,
and here around zombies and hell are somewhere nearby,
but I never loved law and order
and therefore fell in love with this crazy dead world
where it’s so hard to be human
only we remained them
although our thoughts are far from high matters
we count gains and losses,
we divide cigarettes, cartridges for two
and go further along the same road
leaving only a shadow

There are desert landscapes everywhere
and buried alive in concrete boxes,
as an illustration that life is short
and this crimson sunset, the sun sets over the wasteland
and let people hurry on business, because without a chance
everything ends the same way
life will push you forward and leave you on the sidelines
although everything around is already spoiled and rotting
you take your feet in your hands and try to crawl forward
alive among the dead, but the rope awaits you too
cozy loop on the ceiling,
which will bring peace
and at first you tried to run away from yourself,
but vile thoughts sit in my head
and do not give up on reality
the world died a long time ago, this is a post-apocalypse
we are fragments of the past on the ruins of a dead world
wipe the soles passing by
the ruins of human destinies
and when we leave
there will be nothing more