Текст песни Marschak - Бутафория

I ditch frustrated strings
Will not be any more
Pointless, fake songs
There will be no tears.
It would not be sincere friends,
Their blood on the cold walls
& Quot; We will not forget, do not just & quot; -
Only oath of murmuring candles
She lives with the anticipation of betrayal,
Until they tremble gentle light
In a cruel onslaught of dawn.
Forgive you?
Unavenged brother, the inevitable destruction,
Not the knife an enemy that does not leave a wound,
The severity of which hardens young soul
And dries quivering heart -
And on the fervor and revelry!
Tremble like flies in a sticky web,
create a memorial of fast food endless routine.
In a moment grown old parents do not see bigots and murderers
For children sincere persons
Unable to turn away and leave,
They are like a statue motionless silence among the graves