Lyrics эли смолха - постмодерн

measure universal happiness
in the caliber of our rockets,
and even if we disappear
there will be nuclear light for us

let the nuclear light shine

we will run across the field
black ashes catch tongue
on the bones let's guess the burnt
cozy and joyful house

we need some house

as dolls fall to our knees
and pull the hand to others
we don't need iPhones and money
we need to be our own somewhere

beyond postmodern power
not able to go forward
we really want the best
but damp land is calling

but damp land is calling