Текст песни В.Цой и гр. Кино - Мама, мы все сошли с ума

The grains fell into the ground, the grains beg for rain. They need rain.
Cut my chest, look me inwards
You'll see, everything is burning with fire. In a day it will be too late, an hour later it will be too late.
In a moment it will not be possible to get up. If the keys do not fit the doors, knock out the doors with your shoulder.
 Mom, we're all seriously ill ... Mom, I know we're all crazy ...
Steel between the fingers, clenched fist. A blow above the hand, torturing the flesh
But instead of blood in his veins, poison stopped, a slow poison.
Destroyed peace, broken foreheads, broken bread in two.

And then someone cries, and someone is silent
And someone is so happy, someone is so happy ... Mom, we are all seriously ill ... Mom, I know we all went mad ...
You must be strong, you must be able to say:
Hands off, away from me!
You must be strong, otherwise why should you be.
What will be worth a thousand words, When will the strength of the hand be important?
And here you stand on the shore and you think: "To swim or not to swim?" Mom, we're all seriously ill ... Mom, I know we're all crazy ... ¶¤