Текст песни Безъядерная зона - На обломках...

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On the wreckage of being
A bloody span.
There is nothing else here: only ruins.

There are no fingers, but there is a palm.
The rest was burned by fire
Having run over the hand, he dug the graves.

On the wreckage of states
Multi-colored nightmares.
Only money gives answers to questions.

There are debris from the laws
For shop windows and pogroms.
For that, there are some prohibitions.

On the wreckage of being
There are no fingers, but there is a palm.
On the wreckage of states
There are debris from the laws.

(2006)