Текст песни Владимир Е. Обломов - Не останется

On the ruins of slender theories
On the fields of forgotten battles
On the edge of the frozen sea
Between surviving targets

In plasters of dark and close
Heating woodcut
Nobody needs songs
And pummy paranoia

No car kers
Neither cosmic routes
There will be no tears
Will not remain

Old Jeann in a stale helmet
Breaks through the cork in the vessel
Warm the wind is a terrible fairy tale
About everything that was and will

At night fires on swamps
Far thunder echoes
Wooden airplanes
On underground airfields

No car kers
Neither cosmic routes
There will be no tears
Will not remain

Voices of obsessed poets
Corps of dead factories
In the head of frantic years
And in your pocket evil freedom

In the labyrinths of night quarters
On dumb fidels
In the middle of empty pites
Waiting for sparks scattered gunpowder

No car kers
Neither cosmic routes
There will be no tears
Will not remain