Текст песни Вещие Ослы - Игра на выживание

Evil, gloomy slums break my peace
Reserve removal exudes its smell.
And encouraged rats with wings of volatile pieces
Fly through shutters from nightmarish children's dreams.

Evening news release in my eyes Waste light,
My late hoarse laugh is the meaning of the white walls to come.
Open windows, doors, mouths, in blind ecstasy until the morning
There is a game for survival, a fun game.

It was, it will be, maybe, maybe not,
Someone will remember and forget the correct answer again.
My body sealed the hordes of green flies,
I chase them fly swatter, I have their shepherd.

All the blessed are tired and fell asleep on the crosses,
All the oborudes will crush wild superstitious fear.
In vain paid for the birth of a baby and wine
And I am lying and rest, I need my world upside down!