Текст песни cybershum prj - Ты не позвонила

You do not call ,
you have a problem .
From the sky , tons of mud ,
They fall to the ground .
There is no more snow ,
Dirt and sand on the windows ,
No steps or running,
Something in the sky, has died .
Instead of songs , clay,
clods scored
Mouths of the store ,
Memory mobile.
Dirt understands everything,
He knows what it is,
Dirt now - flies ,
Dirt now - living .
You do not call ,
City ate sulfur,
There was a force
There was a measure .
Vanity of wolves
At the broken glasses ,
Remove the parts,
For the love of the dead.

Yu.Yu.Shevchuk