Текст песни The Old Bitch Band - На перекрестке

Metropolis in my head,
Destroys me to a residue.
Stone on stone, two and two in mind,
Crossed chalk notebook.

Yet have the strength to not wake up,
Sea knee-moon on his shoulder,
It is too early to give up,
Yet the end did not come.

Deafening noise,
Even more loud applause.
Wherever I went,
Means there should not be put.

Thirty-three weeks, a month without residue,
Unleashing a foreign war ...
In the dark labyrinths can be lost,
There is a risk to remain in captivity.

At the crossroads, in a rumpled gray coat,
I think diamonds and stars then ...

A short period, black and white posters,
Our finish - horizon, battered minds.
Ruins crossroads, to the last man,
The final chord, the finishing touches!