Текст песни Сталкер - стал стар сталкер вверх на поверхность не ногой

getting old stalker - up to the surface -
or foot , but still vigorous in fact ,
steel yoke on his knee Okolelov heart
two thousand thirty-third .
every one of those who inhabited the city was
cold without snow that nuclear winter
twists and grief as torsion,
and body rot, no matter how strong.
" everyone will die , I will stay " - All died ,
Durkee but calmer than in the bunker.
hearing whether tight behind the wall if sounds
walks - squares , head - round
no fear, no death, no odors ,
a table, a chair , the hum of the refrigerator .
daily " all is well " Entries
is it necessary? will be read by whom?

and up there, it's spring in full ,
and thousands of micro-roentgen per hour are
lethal dose - they are not out of malice,
but each with bliss would pierce teeth .
streets seem wider than without the crowds ,
bullet clips begged in the temple ,
depressurization valve beckons
Believe - solve problems with words.

stood as a stalker at some of everyday life,
cried to antilogike , shook his mind ,
drove savvy, rumpled , crumpled memory
with the same minutes were devoted Kamlaniye -
sang and pulled hated valve
yes there - now he could tear the door off its hinges -
strong body, but a weak heart -
only spring - and have not impossible to deal with it,
leaned - and already on the other side of the hatch ,
and the worst - that without fear.
around - all bare ; here and there - empty
Geiger sad crunched .
painful to watch , painful erythrocytes
descended into the hopper without being fed ,
carefully cut along the edge of canned
and breakfast right outside he sat .

and up there, it's spring in full ,
and thousands of micro-roentgen per hour are
lethal dose - and breathed flying,
cries irritating throat .
wider streets in the future without the crowds ,
bullet clips begged in the temple ,
depressurize the door -
nothing is no longer threatened .