Lyrics г р а ж д а н с к а я о б о р о н а - д о л г а я с ч а с т л и в а я ж и з н ь

There are no shocks and holidays
Horizons and holidays are not present
No to inspiration and holidays, no, no, no

Bezrybe in golden polynyas
The omnipresence of mouse fuss
The evil twilight of an immortal day

Long happy life
Such a long happy life
Henceforth a long happy life
To each of us
To each of us
To each of us
To each of us

Ruthless depths of wrinkles
Mariana eye cavities
The Martian Chronicles of Us, Us, Us
In the middle of the same walls
In the grave of distant houses
In the impenetrable icy silence

Temptations and holidays are not present
There are no crimes and holidays
There are no exceptions and holidays, no, no.
On seven blowing drafts
On marshes, through deserts, steppes
On snowdrifts, through mud, on the ground