Текст песни Гарри Топор - это Дыбенко

Tell me how much value you sell your brother?
How much will this road with no return .
This is not Sparta - there is a weak weight .
Even when tears or sock has weight.
Crucifix and Guardian Angel .
We have forgotten how to see what is next .
Enemies around . All around against us.
I see the pain in terms of children's eyes.
I pru for a place where there is no life without iron will
Demons streets sell here every fourth sick.
Tihoooo .... I hear screaming bullets .
Demihumans slowly float on the asphalt streets.
Singing birds like the funeral prayer .
Syringe sticking in the vein . Children resemble furniture.
Do not believe anyone . Argument - a knife to her throat.
Lived all their lives here and Drongo Grisha Borman

Someone firing from the windows looks hungry.
Here they are ! Photographed their dead .
Old people go to work , young people - in the clubs .
Neva three "T" - Axe , corpses and smokestacks .
You lied , saying that the area is quiet here .
At two o'clock in the afternoon they came to buy books .
Take a knife , come here at night
In Dybenko Street you'll find all that you want.
You were for Bonci , you saw Okkervil him ?
Bazaar is over, I'm tired of dumb pictures.
Stop the bus! He's under the wheels !
He ran track and AIDS under the wheels.
Blood poisoning yourself , but regretted mother .
Threw love. Thank God did not kill whore .
I will survive . I have something to pass
Even if I stay out of the last three hundred .