Текст песни особые условия - БОП

The corpses frozen in the streets,
Lips, flecked with ice.
And the thought of one thing only
How to avoid becoming black ash on the street.

Bones broken butts,
Hands trembling under the table.
Thunder roared with laughter,
Among the graves surrounded cool.

Bread, which is more expensive than gold,
Gold is melted by fire.
Soul burn it,
Heart stake tin gored.

Snow and ash falls
For the blood-colored stars and banners.
City moans, groans you hear ?!
Reflected barricades.

Memory exhausted waste,
Anger fed to the mouth.
So be damned ones
Who was behind with machine guns!