Текст песни ДДТ - Предчувствие гражданской войны

When are you standing
At the hungry wall,
When instead of the sun
The loop is blinking,
When will you see
In the eyes of his own night,
When your hands
Ready for trouble,
When birds are cut
In early spring,
When above the soul
There is a thunderstorm,
When about treason
She croaks lies,
When about love
The brakes are squealing.

And those in whom he believed,
Went away,
And their movements
Not visible.
And in a dank early
Pit-box rubbish
Carves you on your chest
Premonition of the Civil War.

When the clouds
Below the knees,
When on teeth
Pieces of tongue,
When nationality
Votes for blood,
When loneliness
It will burn to the ground,
When the word "Faith"
It looks like a knife,
When books melt
Yes bells,
When suicide
Most honestly,
When instead of rhythm
Nervous trembling.

And in the shining temple
Faces of Saints
They tell you,
That the church is not you.
What are you singing,
When you have
Instead of death -
Dishonest dreams.

Premonition of the Civil War.
When the black wind
Rails the sails,
Light in searchlights
Spitting pain in the face.
Revolution without Victims -
A worthless lie.
Do you hear, your hearts bleat
Those who have a louse.
When nature bursts
And boiling rubbish
The heaven will light,
Flying down.
A dystopia
On a rusty horse
Hide the graves
Tired of waiting.
When the word music is ...
When the word music is ...
Presentiment!