Текст песни Адаптация - Были индейцы в городе

(Mobile Hiroshima cover)

The baked lips of the caked little ones,
Apologizing for a long time, they kissed the sky.
Everything would be fine, but from these little ones
There was a strong smell of earth.

Good owner of good good
He promised all sorts of things.
Everyone cheered up, but no one understood
What's all this for...

There were Indians in the city
But it’s unlikely that any of them are still alive...

First the children's stars burned out,
Then unchildish thoughts appeared.
There were Indians in the city
But it’s unlikely that any of them are still alive...