Текст песни Дима Гусев - По дороге из желтого кирпича

on the yellow brick road
we leave the Emerald City .
" We still find
love and sorrow " -
singing under the windows of drunken voice .

broken windows Khrushchev's homes -
as the eyes,
who had seen too much ;
torn languages
shut the mouth of the castle ,
and weaves worm road .
half dead , sick, unfit -
remains my dear Auschwitz.
and raskurochennye , mutilated ,
but my heart is reduced .

We do not wait ,
but we certainly we come .
and, moreover ,
will gain and shelter ,
and hangout .