Текст песни ДДТ - гражданской войны

When you stand
By the hungry wall
When instead of the sun
The loop sparkles
When will you see
In my eyes the night
When your hands
Ready for trouble
When birds are being cut
In early spring,
When above the soul
A thunderstorm boils
When about betrayal
Croaking lies
When about love
The brakes screech.

And those who believed
Gone far
And their movements
Not visible.
And dank early
Sucking rubbish
Cuts on your chest
Premonition of the Civil War.

When the clouds
Below the knees
When on the teeth
Pieces of tongue
When nationality
Vote for the blood
When loneliness
Burn to the ground
When the word "Faith"
Looks like a knife
When books melt
Yes bells
When suicide
The most honest thing
When instead of rhythm
Nervous trembling.

And in the shining temple
Faces of saints
They say to you
That the church is not you.
What are you singing,
When you
Instead of death -
Bawdy dreams.

Premonition of the Civil War.
When the black wind
Tears the sails
Spotlight
Spits pain in the face.
Victimless Revolution -
A worthless lie.
Hear, bleat hearts
Those who are lice.
When nature bursts
And boiling rubbish
Will light the skies
Flying down.
A dystopia
On a rusty horse
Will hide the graves
Tired of waiting.
When the word music is ...
When the word music is ...
Foreboding!