Lyrics Алла Пугачева - Двадцатый век

My age, my beast ...
Who will be able to look into your pupils
And with his own blood will stick together
Two centuries of vertebrae?

To wrest a century from captivity,
To start a new century,
Knotty knee days
It is necessary to connect the flute.
Flute bind,
Flute bind ...

Century twentieth - strange age -
Gentle and cruel.
Century, in which man -
God or player.
The age of great brave men
With a proud fate.
Century of notorious fools
With poverty of soul.

Twentieth Century! Everything that will be with me,
The twentieth century, depends on you.
The twentieth century, all that will be with you,
The twentieth century, it's up to me!

The age of light rose,
Falling, starving.
By car and metro
The horse was changing.
He built bunkers and bridges,
Atom splitted,
Lived in the name of kindness,
I was burned with shame.

Twentieth Century! Everything that will be with me,
The twentieth century, depends on you.
The twentieth century, all that will be with you,
The twentieth century, it's up to me!

You do not lie in lies,
Chains of evil smash.
Give us peace. And the war,
You kill the war!
Give us time to be clearer.
This world is understandable,
So that in the crowd of roaring days
The truth is upheld.

Twentieth Century! Everything that will be with me,
The twentieth century, depends on you.
The twentieth century, all that will be with you,
The twentieth century, it's up to me!