Текст песни Cormack's Band - Моя гражданская позиция

Salt and water on their faces
Mixed with dust
Birds flying in the sky
Blades instead of wings
And if you're a big fish
It's time to show their teeth
And someone said profit
Nervously biting her lip

With hope gray eyes staring into the gray sky
Turn white at the grimy face scorched eyebrows
For some reason the smell of freshly baked bread
They changed us to the smell of freshly blood
And many of these eyes probably die
But many will be saved, escaped with slight shock
Meanwhile someone still believes profits
And nervously biting his lip

You know, we seem to have returned
The old lies in a new dress
Look, we again offer bullets
Where necessary arms
So what do you all lёte in the muddy water
The sacred fire through copper pipes
After all, we sold them our freedom
Those that bite lips nervously

But you know there is a path that we have chosen for yourself -
Falling into a well with her eyes closed
Silently look at the outgoing light
We still have far to go, so little by little to wean
Search in a dark room for a black cat
Especially when it's not there.