Текст песни Сломанный воздух - Период инкубации

Rusty rails - straight, left,
The stellas of factories reach the sky!
Outhouse door, scraps of instructions
A wobbly skeleton of metal
Broken glass, security booth,
Birds nest on tower cranes!
Scary tales of oil and soot
This is not all that we will be told.

It's early ... to finish dancing
The incubation period lasts.
The wounds ... will not disappear immediately,
We must be afraid of this infection!

Scary tales of oil and soot
This is not all that we will be told.
Walls are carriers of old emotions
In the morning - a bottle, in the evening - strontium.
Every shift is hypnotized
We are getting a new dose!
A new dawn of the post-nuclear era
Let's meet with the concrete wall of the dispensary!

A sunbeam through the loopholes
Draws a pattern on the floor of the mental hospital.
House of hysterical laughter through tears
As a monument to world psychosis!
Walls are carriers of old emotions
In the morning - a bottle, in the evening - strontium.
Every shift is hypnotized
We are getting a new dose!
A new dawn of the post-nuclear era
Let's meet with the concrete wall of the dispensary!
A sunbeam through the loopholes
Draws a pattern on the floor of the mental hospital.
Late!
Grab your mind
To the distributors of this infection ...

Roses ... lie on the graves
So all the forces ended,
The wounds ... won't disappear right away
We must be afraid of this infection !!!

Scary tales of oil and soot
This is not all that we will be told.
Walls are carriers of old emotions
In the morning - a bottle, in the evening - strontium.
Every shift is hypnotized
We are getting a new dose!
A new dawn of the post-nuclear era
Let's meet with the concrete wall of the dispensary!

A sunbeam through the loopholes
Draws a pattern on the floor of the mental hospital.
House of hysterical laughter through tears
As a monument to world psychosis!
Walls are carriers of old emotions
In the morning - a bottle, in the evening - strontium.
Every shift is hypnotized
We are getting a new dose!
A new dawn of the post-nuclear era
Let's meet with the concrete wall of the dispensary!

Rusty rails - straight, left,
The stellas of factories reach the sky!
Outhouse door, scraps of instructions
A wobbly metal skeleton
Broken glass, security booth,
Birds nest on tower cranes!
Scary tales of oil and soot
This is not all that we will be told.
This is not all that we will be told!
This is not all that we will be told !!
That's not all they will tell us about !!!
That's not all !!!

I see the horizon beyond the mirages
It is covered with layers of atmosphere.
How freedom to measure floors
We were taught at the end of an era.
I see a building of pride
Crowned from above with a red flag.
We're another defeat
We will enclose it with a concrete sargofag !!