Текст песни Alexis - Фабрика жизни новых детей

This is the Life Factory of new children.
Here, for all the children, it matters not who you were before.
Here, respect is earned not by the number of years you’ve lived,
But by your life itself—by love and by honesty.
This is the Life Factory of new children.
It is precisely here that a single breath is a treasure.
This is a place for those strongest in spirit,
And here, the past remains in the past—truly a bygone time.
This is the Life Factory of new children.
Here, the dawn is greeted as if it were the one and only—the very first.
Here, everyone once spent all their strength just to catch a glimpse of the forest;
For us back then, simply propping ourselves up on our elbows was a victory.
This is the Life Factory of new children.
It is a choice between death and a path of positivity.
Here, human grievances have lost all their weight;
Every breath taken since that day is a conscious choice.
And on that day, the girls in white (in white) gave me quite a ride (quite a ride)—
First down to the ninth floor (the ninth floor), then a couple of hours later, down to the sixth (the si-i-ixth).
And on that day, they received (they received) so many calls from me (calls from me)—
For I called them often (called them often), yet never even picked up the phone (the phone).
And on that day, the time spent in wordless groans (wordless groans) outweighed the time spent in speech (in speech).
It is only now that I can lift my head (lift my head) on my own; back then, I was told to do so, but I simply could not.
I am the one who lay there, slipping and sliding against the plastic bags (plastic bags) draped on either side of me.
It is only now that I can drink on my own; back then, I had to teach my nostrils and lungs how to function.
In that Factory, old men (old men) were transformed into children (into children).
And such children—stronger than ever—cherish (they cherish) every moment, come what may.
It is *you* who waits for holidays (waits for holidays), waiting for gifts (waiting for gifts) from your friends (from your friends);
But for the children of that Factory, every single day is, in itself, a birthday.
And now, everything spewed forth by that clearly unwashed tongue of yours—that tongue—
Will be... —only with you—so I shall say: "Rejoice! Rejoice!"
Your twisted thoughts remain mere sand for those same ill-mannered curs.
My time and space dwell in purity, within a parallel world.
This is the Life Factory of the new children.
Here, to all the children, it matters not who you were before.
Here, respect is earned not by the number of years you’ve lived.
Respect is given for life itself—for love and for honesty.
This is the Life Factory of the new children.
It is here that a single breath is a treasure.
This is a place for those strongest in spirit.
And here, the past truly belongs to the past—it is a time that has genuinely passed.
This is the Life Factory of the new children.
Here, the dawn is greeted as if it were the one and only—the very first.
Here, we once spent all our strength just to catch a glimpse of the forest;
For us, simply managing to push up onto our elbows was, back then, a victory.
This is the Life Factory of the new children.
It is either death, or the path of positivity.
Here, human grievances have lost all their weight.
And every breath taken since that day is a choice.