Текст песни АлисА - Крен Ъ

Someone needs a signal, someone needs a reception,
Someone needs frequency control.
Borders of sleeping capitals are covered with heavy fire
According to the plan of action of earthly troubles.
And I'm taken to the coals
But not yet crossed.
So the world is getting thinner, as if from the face of the earth
Wash off chalk times.

Sunrise roll -
Crunch of glass.
Where the campaign was fought,
Fell ash.
Sunset roll -
Howl sirens.
Where there was hail at night, -
No change.

One day, a steady balance will blow on the water
And burned with milk,
Then one of the parties will have to endure the path
Face to face and hand to hand,
And I'm out of the game,
I remain a fool fool.
Tails of cruise missiles sweep blind corners,
Reflecting everything - “what then?”