Текст песни Doloto - Лазарет

Here make the hell out of intravenous systems
And at night from each chamber comes the nonsense.
Here everyone is hopelessly ill and doomed.
Infirmary

Slaves-gentlemen gathered all under the roof of one
Moldy bread and a glass of boiling water for lunch
Their fates are tied up in knots by endless war.
Infirmary

Emetic masses in the frosted corner
From lice and bedbugs day and night there is no salvation
Footless cripple in the blood on the concrete floor
Infirmary