Текст песни Дима Чибис - Если живы

We fought the roads
And we will die in labor.
We have laid out all the stars
They flickered back.
Now lower your white gaze.
Come on, dare!
You see we lived in basements
Instead of birds and pigeons.
They starved their hearts there,
Cigarettes smoldered quickly in my hands.
You should see
Those very eyes
When we looked out the window with bars.
We are granted to suffer
Our goals are unattainable
We are poets, if we are alive.