Lyrics ДДТ - Ты не позвонила

You did not call ,
you have a problem .
On the palate, tons of silt
Fall to the ground .
Nope more snow
Dirt and sand on the windows,
No steps or running,
Something in the sky dead.
Instead of songs , clay,
clods scored
Mouths of the store ,
Memory cell phones .
Dirt understands everything,
Knows what ,
Dirt, now - flying ,
Dirt, now - living .
You did not call ,
City ate sulfur
There was a force
There was a measure .
busybodies wolves
At points of the broken,
Gather fragments
For the love of the dead.

Yu.Yu.Shevchuk