Текст песни Forge of Customs - Black Monday

Spring morning, the center of Moscow
Black Monday for our country
Normal start of the working week
But not for everyone, not for everyone, unfortunately

Rush Hour, daily care
The crowds in the subway, all in a hurry to work
But the black shadow slid into the car
You eternal memory, the family of a million

Red part of gaining speed
None of the passengers did not know
Approaching the platform at Lubyanka
What was their last stage

TNT charge, reinforcing chips
Innocent people again at gunpoint
Sirens, Emergency Situations Ministry, the Federal Security Service
It puts an end to someone's fate

7:52 shook Moscow
8:39 on the ring ripped subman

To whom this blood, alas, I do not know
Such funds aim does not justify
Innocent people are killed again,
In memory of them veiled flower apron