Текст песни Соль Земли - на пути в Дамаск

children hold the sun in their palms here,
but lose over the years
and dirt spreads on the soles
those who want to leave their mark
gilded with autumn light
I cherish hope in my hands
what's with my sigh and last
this world will not crumble to dust.

wine and vodka wars, beer putsch
tribe bitch whined, but hoped for the best
rays of well-being
few but warmed
the rest were not even heated by batteries
mothers with plates wiping away the old fat
burned cutlets on the altar of the stove
drunk liters related generations
and the children didn’t seem to glue anything
but bought glue
and in dungeon cells
went down, killed as best they could
rude but comfortable somehow warmer
hot pipes sang lullabies with them
and nearby in the temples they sang "alive in help"
ambulances flew
father's stubble was saddle, mother cried sat
in white beds after emergency
cover me, open the window, dark and stuffy
yes no need! I want a shower!
what smell? why does urine smell?
like mine, hey, go to x * y!

again this burnt cutlet
screams in the smoked rings of school toilets
tails of comets in the sky and summer is coming
and stopped calling the bagpipe a gun
this is my low start right from the desk
in the apartment on March 8
bravo brother for being near you
from under the hooves of these mares pulled
in the lunar ghetto, so legends are born
about doomsday for stepfather
who raped daughter
while being called a thief
about how soon the city responded with a sentence
Roma worked as a cook
Artyom ran to them with a thrust
indefatigable to affairs dark
these two persistent from a distant new building
we were all built in columns of three
the sound is dry, biting, so the whip
lays on the shoulder blades by pulling the trigger
there are no frock coats, leather jackets
rude, in the morning they will cover the corpses.

paying for knowledge with such sorrow
is it worth it to remain desalted
wait until He reveals His authority
stop us on our way to Damascus

drops on neck and jewelry glittered
in the course of another approach to this exercise
and all were baptized and saw God
we are on icons, but seduced by clay idols
movies on video, ladies on hand
We thought that we ourselves will exhale the golden calf
we really are! there were heroes, and tax collectors became
short distance from knight to horde
Orthodox tradition does not hide faces
women from men, expecting courage
in this place where life and tin are identical
we are waiting for the coming, the intervention of the divine
suns of truth but other morals are here
according to the laws of the clan, the pack, the one who is on the edge
let it be like a sucker, cormorant, fraer.
there are things an order of magnitude higher you hear
love for one's neighbor is not superfluous
my hardcore roots in pain
how much pain do you need to be understood?

paying for knowledge with such sorrow
is it worth it to remain desalted
wait until He reveals His authority
stop us on our way to Damascus