Текст песни Время жатвы - Новый мир

Do not look! Do not even think about it!
Here is your crib - rest!
God of Mammon for us
Everything resolves itself.

Only at night
Bright reflection of advertisements
It interferes with sleep
Even the dead.

Instead of faith - a lie.
Instead of heart - worthless.
Instead of warm stars -
The cold black holes.

Sinks in the din,
Breathes lust
For your window
Brave new world.

Do not even think about it! Do not look!
I would like your life
Will a handful of coins
The black purses.

So learn to bend his back,
Hate their work -
Let the growing New World
In your bones!

And at the last moment,
Your death cry
Backwoods music
The morning air.

Sinks in the din,
Breathes lust
For your window
Brave new world.