Текст песни Торба-на-Круче - мир мой - пластилин

My house is empty with emotion
I left the house, it was scary.
The world has become a land mine salt rock,
Where heaven Seda, note the following,
At the edge of the ridge, close to the disaster.

My house is empty with emotion,
From all the open wounds emerged.
The world has become my splinters of the bridge,
On the river float, but not here.

After the explosion of mines in the clouds sit
Silence chew, though we do not live.
After the explosion of mines renewed world,
Landing was the splinters of the bridge,
With only a week has not held up to a hundred,
Has not held up to a hundred, could not reach a hundred.

Someone will say: & quot; nonsense & quot ;. Someone will say: & quot; haze & quot ;.
& quot; What is this horror? What nonsense? & Quot;
I answer: & quot; no & quot ;. I answer: & quot; ha & quot ;.
After the explosion of mines, my world - no trash, my world - clay,
World mine - clay, my world - clay.

What nonsense?
After the explosion of mines
My peace - no trash,
My World - plasticine.