Lyrics Чернозём - Горько

Those stars that sparkled us
In the end, we were abandoned
On cold trench roads - starfall

We lingered too long
Under the alien heaven
And they returned and turned out to be out of place

Tablecloths and napkins everywhere
Scraps, small coins
Under gold leaf - silverware

And to those who survived in the night glades
Give crutches and button accordions
And now we are on their holiday right now with you as if we were sleeping

Tables set under the open sky
There is not enough space for everyone - Everyone around here thinks:

Bitterly! Bitterly! Bitterly!
One two three four,
One, two, five

In the fields - spent cartridges
On hospitals - broken fates -
On the barracks - roll call,
And behind the fences - primrose.

How spring will wake up over the world
Merciless spill
In the middle of the plague feast
You and I have no place

Tables set under the open sky
There is not enough space for everyone - Everyone around here thinks:

Bitterly! Bitterly! Bitterly!
One two three four,
One, two, five

I'm completely on the edge, all mummy and silent
I want to wake up, and mediators are over the soul
Void, cramped, not a hand, not a bridge
On the ground….
Well, where is mine, where is mine, where is my homeland?

From the ceiling hung to the noise of the most important
We were checked for lice, well, and for one pockets

Tables set under the open sky
There is not enough room for everyone - Heaven is crying for us