Всё началось с турникетов, дети, С решёток, с...

It all started with turnstiles, children,
From bars, from fences, from fences.
Time stamped on for a long time, children,
And then flowed back.
The dragon rose at dawn
Having cashed himself in the pubs.
His milk teeth fell, children,
But the time has come for the indigenous.
 
When you have to run, children,
Run to the voice of the soul -
Behind the wild dog Indigo, children,
Beyond the burnt ashes.
If everyone takes a spikelet, children,
Again there will be a field of rye.
And we are already in the abyss, children,
We will not escape ...

(c) Konstantin Arbenin