Текст песни Ник Вдовиченко - На Западном Фронте Без Перемен

Someone painted the sky in a rubber color
The world has become global as a pile of yesterday's newspapers
Now we are going all together and are not late
And tomorrow one of us will spill the rain
And someone goes further on the roads of the sophisticated veins

On the Western Front without change

The world is in the conflict of fathers and children
Rocknroilian Brotherhood does not remember his mothers
Thick generals cherish their orders
And the world is saved only by war

And someone is all eager to attack, and someone is surrendering
On the Western Front without change

Yura Shevchuk is now a court poet
But Roman Negorov finally bought a gun
Letov bombing San Francisco
Grebenshchikov teaches Zen
And I was completely oo -echoed from such changes

And I still have a shock of my teeth when the cop is screwing me up
On the Western Front without changes,

And I started for health, finished for the rest
At dawn today the world committed suicide
But everything will be as before, after all, there is no death in the world
Instead of life and death, now a continuous intran

And I fight like a fish for years, among virtual walls
On the Western Front without changes!