Lyrics Третья Мировая Весна - Информация

Nothing to regret, we are out of order,
A gray man walks the field,
Gathers grain, collects information -
Punitive portraits of rotten civilization.

But the winter broke out:
Isolation in a square,
Ice dreams,
Wind on the shovel,
Corridors without doors,
The soul is on a popolam,
Body without bones,
The wind is like a flame.

There is a landmark, where the sun is in the palm of your hand -
We are united by a blank homelessness,
Strange dances of brutal war,
Man down face against a brick wall.

But the dogs are eaten,
It turns out a secret.
Fists without a fight,
Only there is no conclusion.
Infinite sigh
Unknown soldier,
Mute alarm,
Cold machine.

Nothing to regret, we are wounded by an arrow,
We are waiting for a mess with dirty slops.
Not the earth's longing - earthly observations,
Icy chimneys for stove heating.

So it was possible, we are disarmed,
Something does not agree, someone is not awakened.
Gray man, gray to the point of insanity
Our soul wants without thinking.

But the bridges collapsed - it is not necessary to put your hands.
In search of water, a flame was lit.
They passed without doors, carrying what was in the cup:
The body without bones is a paper sailer.

P.S.

If you do not finish it - they will tell in glasses,
It's hard for you without salt on your wounds.
Closing holes, opening the insulation -
We get rehabilitation.