Текст песни Обе-Рек - Здесь

We scattered ourselves in the thorn bushes
Knowing that barbed wire was being put up there.
Everyone is responsible for who he hatched himself.
The flock knows no guilt and hides accomplices.

Everyone is a seductive and sweet pig,
Believes in the best and trusts the spacesuit.
When you are left alone with emptiness,
He finds doors in the openings of prayers and mantras.

Chorus.
And here
Only one pain is certain.
And knowing this password,
We discover the ruthlessness of life.
I'm all
Woven from night wires
Autumn whipping winds
Inflamed and anxious thoughts.

Someone draws a dangerous and daring route,
Someone weaves in a dull column
Someone is attracted by fluffy family comfort,
Someone, coughing up blood, inserts cartridges.

Things of a loved one, of one who is gone forever,
They keep a shrill and lonely silence.
People of the era of religion and trains
They look with optimistic and sad eyes.