Текст песни Депутат Балтики - Новая песня

A new song to an old tune
But it's so hard to find familiar notes in it.
I've already heard a recitative
In which every word makes you vomit.
Hands on the throat, feet on the bar.
What else is needed - strings in loops.
Torn phrases, blood, scream,
You ask: "What's next?", I will answer: "Sing."
Overflow, overflow your soul
Pluck out the eye of my lonely moon.
Don't cry, night, winter, stars,
Heat, lips, pipes, dreams.

Baltic Deputy / Chimera - Commissioner of the Smoke Gendarmerie (1991)