Текст песни Денис Курышев - Апока-липсис

In the Landscape window: Swallows the night of the house,
Smoke bus, like a tank padded,
Goes to the string daily war,
And he picks up a day under the stone slabs.

And I walk from the window to the wall
Under the battle of the kitchen crane,
I participate in the fate of your country
And network for dirty glasses ...

On the street went out lanterns.
All about the end spoke light,
Since in historical days
People are terrible for signs

In the meantime, sticky glasses - public.
And my generation is so silent ...
In the meantime, the list of history is not yet confused
In the meantime, people in people like a soldier ...

But the TV will protrudes
And the day is tired of struggle,
We look at lethargic dreams
About the new coming of spring,

About clean transparent glasses,
About life that careless and easy
And about normally developed countries ...
All this will be, will, but for now -

In the meantime, sticky glasses - public.
And my generation is so silent ...
In the meantime, the list of history is not yet confused
In the meantime, people in people like a soldier ...

Like a soldier ...

Sverdlovsk (Yekaterinburg) 1991.