Сектор Газа — Туман

It was good, it was so easy, But they threw a noose around our necks. Solar fire, the atmosphere's armor — It struck, but could not break through the fog.

And the dead moon barely lights the way, And stars press on our chests — we cannot breathe, And the air is poisonous as mercury — can't turn back, can't take a step, And we cannot walk this path in such a fog!

Oh, where to step — God will show the way, God is always our incorporeal guide! A shudder grips us, suddenly the rain begins, A real, heavy rain will finish us off!

And the moon provokes us to deceit, And the earth's vapors hit like a drug, And every stump is like a trap, And blood gushes from our wounds, And we cannot walk this path in such a fog!

Everything shifted, our life like a flash, Short as a harlot's skirt. We don't care — over the left shoulder, We'll spit and go through the fog!

Let the dead moon barely light the way, Let the stars press on our chests — we cannot breathe, Let the air be poisonous as mercury, And let it be unclear where to turn, But we will walk the dangerous path through the fog!

Let the moon provoke us to deceit, Let the earth's vapors hit like a drug, Let every stump be like a trap, Let blood gush from our wounds, But we will walk with you through the fog!

But we will walk with you through the fog! But we will walk with you through the fog!