In two thousand and thirty-three,
In the world that perished,
In the fusion of hell, in man-made hell
A muffled cry is heard.
The land is empty, cities are burned,
The echo of the last war has faded.
And the receiver will never speak
Not left a living wave.
Lonely radio operator deep underground
It only catches noise and wheeze.
This is your new world. This is a world without people.
World Metro 2033.
No New York, no Tokyo, no Moscow
This is the third dozen years.
No hope, no faith, no love,
And there is no salvation either.
But under the thickness of the earth, in the labyrinths of the metro,
In Doomsday Refuge
A handful of survivors don't stop the fight,
Man keeping in himself.
Man, you do not believe in the inevitability of the end
But open your eyes and see.
This is your new world. You deserve it.
World Metro 2033.
The wind poisoned among the ruins,
And weeds are overgrown with Arbat.
But there is no return to the top. There is a new life.
Expelled again? Master hell & # 33;
And clinging to life in the underworld metro,
We scream out
Not hoping for help, not praying, not asking,
But remind those who have forgotten
How fresh in the rain, as the leaves fall,
As the flame of dawn shines.
This is your new world. This is a world without people.
World Metro 2033.
All that we said goodbye forever, having left
In the world of Metro 2033.
This is your new world. This is a world without people.
World Metro 2033.
This is your new world. You deserve it.
World Metro 2033.
2033.
2033.
