Текст песни Запрещенные Барабанщики - Чикаго

Chicago

   Wind west, night, moon
   And in your eyes, ice crumbs
   Over the ruined Chicago
   You go alone

   All that you knew, than lived
   Curtained by sleep
   By native Chicago Avenue
   There was a war

   Death rolls an orange
   Neither people around nor cars
   There is no one to even call 911

   Shadows of fat black rats
   By the ruins they dispersed
   You are the only one left in Chicago
   Beware

   Death is a beauty, life is a lie
   Only it seems through the fog
   That your hope is stronger
   Than sarin zaman

   West wind on the cheeks
   Tears burning like napalm
   It was necessary to escape from Chicago
   To Magadan