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Radio waves will pick up interference, and dawn will one day cover the sky.

Laughter will be heard in the ruins of the world, and we will so clumsily plant the charge.

In another year, we will forget our roots, our disguise will become a little more animalistic.

And not legs anymore, but a knife will feed, alas, the enemy with a blow to my stomach.

We will close our eyes and desynchronize, mentally figuring out the locations of caches.

We will go nowhere to prolong our lives under a relentless barrage of drones.

We will no longer be frightened by the lenses of cameras hanging gloomily on five-story buildings.

We will no longer remember the chronology of the languid chain of monotonous events from Rashka.

You know, we will become like those marauders, but with a more compelling reason.

And, alas, those who yesterday looked disgusting in their positions will become like us.

And with a Fallout slant, we will all rush into the days.

After all, we will be left alone.

We We'll be left alone in this alien place

With an atmosphere uncomfortable, sad, and slightly bland

Let them extinguish all the lights, dragging us into the unknown

Let them say good morning, driving us out of the forest again

We'll be left alone in this alien place

With an atmosphere uncomfortable, sad, and slightly bland

And let the mother-of-pearl sky cover the sky like an atomic umbrella

Let it wake up the whole country to say good morning

Good old classics are like jumping across a deserted minefield

Burning huts will remind us of our home: the sofa, the fireplace, Monopoly

Photons ionize our sensors, having gotten along with this infection

The dosimeter will go off the scale again, which means it's time to return to base

Remember those places where, in peacetime, trying to become better, we didn't become different? Let's run in lead suits, among piles of steel giants.

Let's run through the ruins of the world, which have become the standard of comfort for us.

And we don't need apartments or houses, let's leave them to the eternal prisoners of the fort.

And who would have thought the replay of Hiroshima on a universal scale, and all for paper.

Step by step, under gunpoint, the guys lead us gracefully to headquarters in familiar caps.

And again they lead us to places, for them a landmark, but for us just lights.

They are leading us somewhere again, to leave us alone again.

We will be left alone in this alien place.

With an atmosphere uncomfortable, sad, and slightly bland.

Let all the lights be extinguished, dragging us into the unknown.

Let them say good morning, driving us out of the forest again.

We will be left alone in this alien place.

With an atmosphere uncomfortable, sad, and slightly bland. fresh

And let the mother-of-pearl cover the sky with an atomic umbrella

Let it wake up the whole country to say good morning