Текст песни гр.Культура быта - Чума

Daytime
Loud cries of Hurrah
Winning over foreign strangers,
In the fight for themselves.
The main thought in silence
Please moaning quietly.
Anyway, here silence
Even in the crowd.

Everyone sees the crumbling throne.
The sky is falling.
And run away, looking for his happiness,
When everyone is unhappy.

Dark, dirty night
Lurking in wait in the morning.
Aliens are looking for good,
His are just evil.
Torn strings as veins.
Which did not have time to open.
And every word - no.
Sense of the word - Yes.

That goal would be to heaven,
And stay to the right.
That would be fun,
The joy of honest people.
Old country holiday
Feast in Time of Plague.
There will be others coming,
And tomorrow night will not.