Текст песни Барон Унгерн - Зомби

Funny zombies in a circus society
As from a test tube, as from a test tube,
Happy with their place of life
With their consumption, plastic chair,

Crawling their lives along a dead end road
Heads fog, legs break,
But zombie people do not lose heart
They kill themselves, they kill others
Simulation, profanity,
Plasticine life
And when it's too late - an atomic funeral,

The circus society will close the curtains,
People like zombies, all from a test tube,
Zombies like humans in a mosaic mix
In a moment they will dissolve in the eternity of Styx