Текст песни Александр Ларин - Храни меня, мой автомат

When nothing is needed:
No money posts nor Blat
Neither the delight of love nor a friendship is
Keep me, my car.

On the verge between and dark and light,
Where is the purple sunset,
In someone else's land, the middle of the minarets
Keep me, my car.

In any rubbish, in the heat and in the stupus,
Under the explosions, cries, "hail" and mat,
In dirt, in blood and in puddles
Keep me, my car.

And if life rushed silly -
Mirage from ranks and awards -
The last in the field among the corpses
Keep me, my car.

Let even survive useless
And God's court will inherent hell -
Die with me and in black impatiences
Keep me, my car.