Текст песни ЯНХ - Батальоны просят обнять

I look through the foam, and everything is in me,
like wreckings melting in the wave
How prayers are sinking in the war -
Battalions are asked to hug!

I shake my legs, hanging hanging,
so fled on the shore of Odyssey,
He fell to the house, and at home all -
In the light of the volley fire.

And on the Western Front without change,
Dressing sleeves, tightening belt,
Our goal is to turn in your shit! -
An option to comprehend Zen.

And we have space as a commissar.
We are with it - like proteins for the wheel,
and goes to the afternoon the mechanism of Sansar,
Applauds the Colosseum.

Thumbs up, and views shy down,
There are no white visas in the gray moral zone,
Only a queue in complete relativism -
In the relativity of tinsel.

But sniffing from the layer layer,
you change the stall, not Fatum your
Veteran of the resistant Star Wars -
After only emptiness sheriff.

I'm lying in the sand without names, without strength.
Over the wreckage of winds, like dogs.
The horizon is again clean. Ocean is fed again
Says: "Smile to me, Son."

Poems Ilya Dmitrienko