Текст песни Янка и Великие Октябри - Мы по колено

We are knee-deep in your voices ,
And you're on the shoulders of our hair.
They are stained with dark bellies ,
And I'm up to my neck in the disastrous areas.
We are under a jet of boiling water ,
And you're the sound of hammer blows .

They are in the shadow of a newspaper sheet ,
And I at the time of the Iron click .
We are in the sights of thousands of your phrases ,
And you behind the wall that collapsed on us.
They are on a pile of hands, hearts and eyes,
And I'm sick of them , and in you and in us .