Текст песни Срочная Эвакуация - Мечта конячья

We got a bad time,
However, like our great-grandmothers,
After all at all times received
From the tops to the caps.

The Universal War Time
Arrogantly spreads its wings
In your raking claws
Many people dragged away

In the dim future, it seems to be seen
My dear little and my lighthouse
But is it possible to swim to it?
Even if it's possible, it's not easy.

And the story after will tell
About how our age has been shabby
Like a war under a rotten fence
Sickly our world tore.
and the second all the way to the bottom)