Текст песни ClockWork Times - 20 октября 1982

October 20, Wednesday on the calendar
1/16 of the UEFA Cup
Moscow Spartak hosts Haarlem
Cold. 7 pm. The referee blows the whistle, let's play!

By the 16th minute from the free kick Hess
Sets the minimum advantage in the match
But, a weekday, it's chilly, the road leads home
Serega scored seconds before the final whistle

The tribunes rejoice, and where under them
People fall and bones crunch
Like the gates are closed in the death camp
And there was no way out anymore ... This is hell ...

I will never forget that day:
The road led from the stadium to eternity
The 20th of October
There are never many flowers and candles ...

But then no one told about it
The union was silent for 7 years: in paradise there is no time for gossip
The exposed films began to flourish over the years
The planet is spinning, the soul is on fire

Come on, it's cold, where didn’t ours disappear?
Port will heal wounds, we'll rush home from the station
Oh we'll roll out the Dutch, London will confirm
Dasaev at the gate - we put it in one wicket

It's frosty on the podium, it's hot on the field
One well, somehow undignified, score more!
Just give us your UEFA Cup
Come on, Seryoga, don't be shy, urine from afar

Good luck in sight, this is evening!
The little fan rejoices, sitting on his father's shoulders
Two - zero ... and for a second it became easier
Twentieth - tenth month - the road to eternity