Текст песни Вадим Фомин - предел наших сил

We know the limits of our forces, only that in this sense
Luckily it disintegrated into a thousand small fragments
our senses are huddled in corners, hiding like mice
only the mushroom cloud rises higher and higher

we leave the snow-covered steppe toward the blizzard
by inertia we give warmth, but without meaning and purpose
we forgot to spell winds, bitter smell of wormwood
Only nuclear mushroom blooms on the ruins of the dead

We wandered in silence, killing the thoughts and sounds
clouds of toxic ash kiss our hands
we look like prematurely extinguished fallen stars
die too soon, and in the sky glow is too late

on burnt land, not warmed by the rays of dawn
on the cooled ashes, like the shadow of summer extinct
we forget fatigue, and will go until breathe
only the mushroom cloud rises higher and higher