Текст песни Елена Войнаровская - Последний сон

We are the sprouts that have not yet broken through
But already trampled by an evil boot
We are the chicks that have barely learned to sing
But they fall down with their tongue torn out

We are led like bears by the nose rings
In cold blood they rule their ruthless judgment,
And we fall dead in the snow under the blows of the whip
And they are echoed by the howling frenzied wind

We grabbed onto the barbed wire.
Stunned, in a daze
Keeping an eye on the drifting cloud
What beckons us with a vain dream of salvation

We were taught universal love, we don't believe in cruelty
And for this we are electrocuted
Hotter than a flame, brighter than the stars above your head
Our eyes look through the night with endless pleading

Our skin over swollen ribs is thinner than tissue paper
Above reality, torn to shreds,
Bloody flags are flying in the morning sky

Conquered by the power of insanity, we lie restless
In the suffocating gloom of the gas chamber
And we dream about the smell of vanilla and a tree with garlands
And as if merciful angels carried us away on their wings