Текст песни Естественный Загар - На пороге войны

Our weapon is a good word
Acceptance as a reality and a firm speech
This bomb can
But today it is more important to protect shells
I'm Che Guevara's bedroom quarter
I'm useless for the people of Fidel
I'm a Utopian bomber on the edge of the sofa
My revolution is music

And without love, even the air of another
It is so lacking in spring
And without love, everything as one
On the threshold of war

In the smell of smoke and rending flesh
Us more than once surprised us with treason
But even in the ranks of the dustiest infantry
There is a firm belief that the war is sacred
I'm Che Guevara's bedroom quarter
I'm useless for the people of Fidel
I'm a Utopian bomber on the edge of the sofa
My revolution is music

And without love, even the air of another
It is so lacking in spring
And without love, everything as one
On the threshold of war

All under the gun under the green banners
Let us love each other and the smell of ozone
There is no excessive courage in battle
Heroes lie at the gates of Babylon
I'm Che Guevara's bedroom quarter
I'm useless for the people of Fidel
I'm a Utopian bomber on the edge of the sofa
My revolution is music

And without love, even the air of another
It is so lacking in spring
And without love, everything as one
On the threshold of war