Текст песни Янка - Рижская

And you throw your words into my entreaty
     You throw your knives at my door
     Throw your peas into the walls in my hand
     Its grains are in contaminated soil.

         On the broken tunnels - shreds of flags.
         On broken lights - looping loops.
         On bleached eyes - washed glass.
         On frostbitten ground - white stones.

     Throw your beads in front of an upturned snout.
     Throw empty wallets on the road.
     Throw coins into striped caps.
     Their songs - in a wide gap.

         In my corner - dried bread and cockroaches.
         In my hole, color paints and voice.
         In my blood, sand is mixed with dirt,
         And on the mattress the two-month-old pyki.

     And behind the doors they dig holes for trees,
     Slingshot kids on cats,
     And cats cry and scream at the top of their ears
     Cats fall in the empty wells.

     And you throw your words into my entreaty
     You throw your knives at my door
     Throw your peas into the walls in my hand
     Its grains are in contaminated soil.