Civil war

This is unreal war,
but it not playing toys...
By not us the done choice.
For someone -
just cut off
a leg,
for someone -
tore up
a heart...
For someone
took away a motherland,
but these thieves
from the common people
will not be able
to deprive us flashbacks.
Dirt of black earth...
clay...
waves of ocean.
Hide your unwashed hands
from our flowers!!!
Degenerates...
A train speeds away
to East.
Siberia.
But already not our...
Men of the common people
everywhere...
And... do you remember,
we had the capital?
City,
city,
a city is dressed
in a stone...
Gardens, alleys, trees...
horse-walks...
Now is brown bread
by little pieces.
Not for all. Let!
There is not a place us
in your red-new-country...
And better
we will dive
under river ice,
to darkness,
The pinch of cocaine
in icy fingers...
This is unreal war,
but it not playing toys...
By not us the done choice.
We anymore are not present...
Men of the common people
will live always...
I am so happy,
that my dead eyes
will not see
nevermore...