Текст песни KONFETNIY ZAVOD - промзона

My soul is an endless abandoned industrial zone
With shreds of grass soot soot
With forgotten shabby flower beds
With the sad buildings of the deck and clubs
Along the alleys leading to which
There are flaky busts of now unfamiliar
Long irrelevant idols
Their names rest in peace
A fence stretches next to the deck
Two meters, newspaper color concrete
Barbed wire rust red squeaky metal
Beyond the fence of hangars, objects are gathering dust in the hangars
Bygone time
Left this place of an ancient tribe
Hard-working spirits in the name of a distant and sweet idea
On flights to exo-planets and stars
Dreams were destined to dissipate in the wind
No shocks - just lost its luster
Polished steel surface
Spirits are tired, they ran away where they left, they left, they forgot
Since then, year after year, layers of spring mud and dust
The red brick of the empty workshops was covered
Now no one is ready for work and defense
In the abandoned carriage a pile of books
About a bygone era
Accidentally caught in this desert area
The traveler is trying to understand something about something
Wanders through the designed driveways, walkways, streets
In a barren doomed thirst for action tormented
Searches, rummages in scraps of a wall newspaper
In the drawings and diagrams yellowed under the weight of years
Not finding motivation and at least some ambition
In portraits of canned persons
The emptiness is systematically traced.
The beauty of past ideas seems illusory
The fact of axiological fiasco is shameful
There is a terrible desire
Hang on a high voltage wire
And without unclenching hands reach the ground
But in this world no lights are on
So such actions will not bring results

It smells of gas
Cars rush past - quickly drive through a gloomy section of the road
Bridge rails
Sad songs without words
The red church in the park laughs gilded sorrow over my face