Текст песни Александр Мирзаян - Поросёнок Пётр

Goodbye gray fields
And you, exhausted river.
Goodbye miserable land
And the muse of sorrowful elegies.
We burned our soul eternal battle.
And our sail is not looking for storms.
Goodbye. Let's go look for peace
Rising smoke with ashes.

Past Already no one arguing.
Past patience, past grief,
Past the perpetrators, past the judges,
Past all that is and will be

Past the stars of the blind prophets,
Past in themselves crucified God,
By the singers who bowed their neck,
Past the big portraits of Wii,

Past his great power
Past the meat-filled mouth
Past the brick walls of progress,
Past the demons below,

Past the eternal city that fell down
Past scroungers hammer and sickle
Past - for all our efforts -
Past - on all the bottomless bowl,

Past the already closed voices
Past my sister hope
Past - the road goes up
Past our open windows,

By - where all the strings were saved. -
By - your voice sounded young. -
By - now it rings from Kayala,
Like a farewell call of the piano.

By - candles go out in the dark,
Similarly, the language of the native language.
Past the rest of the words in the glass.
You save them now, Boyana.

By - not seeing your path. -
By - for all I'm sorry, Savior.
Past your cooled temples
Past my tired mom.

Mom, say for everyone: - pretty!
Mom, it's almost not painful,
Mom, where does time drive us?
Past your empty palms

Past raw earth in the chimes,
Past Kassandra who opened her mouth.
By - there are rooftops below.
By - already higher, higher, higher ...

Above! - how cold freedom is! -
Above! - and only the song of the outcome, -
Above! - and echoes again
Cry on the Babylonian rivers.

By - burn, verb, fire!
Smoke fill ragged sail -
By - no longer children watch -
By - as the wind carries us.

Past ...
Past ...