Vladivostok- 2000

The grenade's in my pocket; the key is in my hand;
The language of the sea-gulls I began to understand.
I went away in silence; not hiding, not a crime;
The sad wheels of "Land cruiser"'re looking at the lifeless sky...
And when the fog had melted and the moon had to yawn,
The young wife from her bloody work forgot to return.
The water's poisoned and the sound is killed, there comes no light.
I won't return to you again; I 'm not your friend, it's right...

We're running and running and running...
The dirty times will once just e-e-end...
Burns in desire, that hurts it like fire,
Vladivostok - two-thous-and....

Embrace of drunken women led the sailors to death,
They tore the stripy T-shirts carving right on the chest...
My heart will just stop beating; its music never sounds,
The last time you were dancing you had lost your own arms...
But maybe someone'll dig out in a thousand of years
In ancient bubble - gums and in the old coins' fears,
And where the shore is licked, though didn't come to the wave,
Where railway ran from Russia's pocket like from the grave...

We're running and running and running...
The dirty times will once just e-e-end...
Burns in desire, that hurts it like fire,
Vladivostok - two-thousand...

We're running and running and running...
The dirty times will once just e-e-end...
Burns in desire, that hurts it like fire,
Vladivostok - two-thousand...

We're running and running and running...
The dirty times will once just e-e-end...
Burns in desire, that hurts it like fire,
Vladivostok - two-thousand...

We're running and running...

We're running and running and running...