[verse]
The radio’s already muted,
I’m already tired to hear it.
All trajectories are computed,
Again i’m waiting for a hit.
War machines are marching slowly,
Upon the ground bones crack.
Unfriendly birds are ones that only
Can test our fair chance of luck.
[chorus]
We’ve got disconnected by an optic fiber.
And deep inside our slavic souls
TV replaced our light with fire,
And fire burns us in the name of God.
[verse]
Every step is on the record.
Every record is on the tape.
Every human is getting killed.
Every body is in the grave.
Every tear by their wives
Hits granites with their names
Optic fiber, optic fiber
I don’t want to play these games.
[chorus]
We’ve got disconnected by an optic fiber.
And deep inside our slavic souls
TV replaced our light with fire,
And fire burns us in the name of God.
[verse]
I pray that no one’ll be forgiven.
And everyone will meet their fate.
Back then I used it for streaming,
To see your young and pretty face.
Today I hear only screams.
I guide the death upon their sins.
It flies around and hunts for us.
From early down till the dusk.