Текст песни Виктор Цой - Пир Во Время Чумы

Noise thunderstorms and light of living windows,
Ground machines and cracks of broken glasses,
Flag on flag, face on face
And we at the table and wine on the table.

Feast in Time of Plague...

Time of day when the city is sleeping.
Each dog pursing the tail - runs.
Ahead of the cry and laughter, behind the emptiness,
And suddenly the hand went on the shoulder!

Feast in Time of Plague...

Beyond the wall of the years we see your work,
We are afraid and wait, we are waiting for a terrible court,
We promised everything better than there,
Here is gold and bread, the rest is not us.

Feast in Time of Plague...