Текст песни Илона Маркарова - Медея. Песня VII

Suffering for everyone!
Medea promises you
That your senses will become dust.
My love is a millennial disgrace.
My children have already been killed.
No one hears me except
emptiness
And the audience
But who are they
In a daze of nothing?
My love flutters in the wind
A pasted poster -
What for? What for? What for?
Look at me!
There is nothing
Not in the future, not in the past.
And even here on stage
I have to repeat
All the same,
As in Corinth,
Which will drive you crazy.
And how can I explain to you
Why will the houses be burned down,
What do you deserve to die ?!
Fire will devour you all!
Children and adults, old people ...
It has nothing to do with justice
Here is the revenge of the gods.
Anarchy!
Oh, the sun of the world!
Let the apartments burn
Palaces and huts.
Let the night fall on the world!
Let all revolutions be at once
And let your whole world choke
Red blood.