Текст песни Гражданская Оборона - Моя Северная Страна

My North Country, 1988
Music - R. Neumoev, E. Letov
Words - R. Neumoev, Yu. Krylov, E. Letov

Childhood was ... Damn it, with childhood!
Childhood suffered from an abundance of sweets.
The realized right of everyone -
Straight from childhood to the labyrinths of factories.
Cubic meter of clean air,
A kind of poetry of slogans.
Square inches of total living space.
Shoulder to shoulder in an endless queue.

My northern country.

From the diseases of blind conviction
And immunity necessary
Year after year, without a past
Comforting yourself with a debt and a lie.
The magical ashes of love hunger
In winter - atrophy of a frozen city,
Like numb fingers at the throat -
Sad faces of reserved seats.

My northern country.

In this country it’s not customary to cry,
Here every day is produced as much
War hardened steel rolling
That Stalin is enough for a long time.
Square holes in the prison corridors
Iron veins of military cordons
Bloody foam of centennial strife
Cast circles of warped mouths.

My northern country.