Текст песни День Триффидов - Гранит

This city is almost fonit,
He yet kept to himself.
The truce, the enemy does not bomb ...
I'll warm your hands granite that was warmer than you ...

And no matter what anybody says,
We are mired in war and disaster.
Well, your heart does not knock,
I'll warm your hands granite that was warmer than you ..

Let us someone now blames,
What were persistent in the struggle,
Just a quiet conscience sleeps.
I'll warm your hands granite that was warmer than you ...

I believe in fact that will not be forgotten,
I Each time, coming to you,
Curled up in the squares of the plates,
I embrace and stroked granite, warm hands you.

 (Author of poems - Alina Baev)