Текст песни Urban Pinochet - На столбах

When will the crowd concentrate
A nightmare of history on the back
They will hang us with you on poles
Because we were against
We didn’t clutch the nickles
And did not count on success
We were kind of different
For each other and against all
Without calls to change something
Someone to catch, tie, hang
They will catch us, you and me
And eventually hang, of course.
All because I didn’t care
Like burrowing little meerkats
We climbed under the covers
Not dark barricades
Short night replaced songs
About the fact that this world will collapse soon
We thought it would be more beneficial.
Smoke quietly in a small kitchen
Silently look at the dead stars
And despise, despise, despise
Only the moon was approaching seriously
Just like a fucking overseer
The light crashed and ebashat at the door
We wanted over the heads
To spread our
Forever our love flew
Only under the shoulders
Unprincipled and lost
And shots are cracking on the planet
Like a tree under the blows
Life will not end, but begin
I give you a promise
The moon will smile with you
Look out the window goodbye
Two pillars are visible in the wasteland
Where pieces of cold flesh
Our bodies will hang out
Because we were against