Текст песни Віктор Морозов - Трубач

From the date thereof suremnoho as collapsed town halls,
all weighted and inscribed forever in the archives:
"Incurred in the population is not as big loss:
perish trumpeter, two soldiers, a few workers. "

Little apokalipsa plyatsem on the market:
of tragic despair yawned city of Lviv,
as Herr Privy Councilor of the correlation sheet:
one trupach,

tvoh shofniriv,

several ropitnykif.

Widows gathered on candles and mothers on drugs.
The children were taken to the orphanage for street orphans.
In the wake abounded black and itinerant beggars
hupav and chunks of Brooke crippling whole family
(And honestly everyone ate and drank, and wept as best he could:
perish trumpeter, two soldiers, a few workers).

Buried under the tower, they entered the barn,
where the light MRE and hardens blood, which has not heard of darkness,
both on the streets and in the taverns roaring sea everyday.
There's another light - and it is white on the bones.
They went underground in hlan, as if in another city -
They did not like the earth and forgotten among the clouds.
Went ahead trumpeter.

He blew inspiration and pure -

as if the pipe is not kept, and a fiery lantern.
When post-mortem eyes were rotten, like a garment;
They fell ill on the bottom of the stone - circle shoulder shoulder
Surely not vhavav as a source, and grew up as a tower,
Secret and raucous sound - trumpeter appeal.