Каменный уголь

If coal could speak,
He would not have to converse with you.
And Carrara marble would not look after you.
But you're busy with the war, you shoot
Thousands of miles and thousands of years.
And I do not answer when they ask me,
As the battle continues.

In the erotic dreams of a young janitor
You will be caught in the pipe,
And the proud virgins would tie you to the machine.
They crown you with flowers,
And with songs to throw away,
Ran forgetting the most your name
And no one will ever remember about you here.

And when the day of Silver,
And crystal crystal is clear,
And those who escaped, will finally rest,
You will rise from the earth, healing,
Not knowing who you are.
I would like to be there when
The rider will stretch you
Still untouched sheet.