Натовп [Natovp] [English translation]

A gray crowd, a gloomy crowd

And not the eyes, but the dark grime

Someone's bent over, we should lift him

Someone's broken away, shoved me

A gray crowd, a gloomy crowd

And not the eyes, but the dark grime

Someone's bent over, we should lift him

Someone's broken away, shoved me

This is a blooming desert today for the beloved it's oblivion

And there remains a step in the abyss and it trembles like a small child

For yesterday's died, another is awaiting an altar

That's not our fault, it's an ordinary human burden

A gray crowd, a gloomy crowd

And not the eyes, but the dark grime

Someone's bent over, we should lift him

Someone's broken away, shoved me

A gray crowd, a gloomy crowd

And not the eyes, but the dark grime

Someone's bent over, we should lift him

Someone's broken away, shoved me

Anticipating is hard work it leads to nowhere

And life - the station is hot, where they forgot about the trains

Anticipating is hard work it leads to nowhere

And life - the station is hot, where they forgot about the trains

A gray crowd, a gloomy crowd

And not the eyes, but the dark grime

Someone's bent over, we should lift him

Someone's broken away, shoved me

A gray crowd, a gloomy crowd

And not the eyes, but the dark grime

Someone's bent over, we should lift him

Someone's broken away, shoved me

A gray crowd, a gloomy crowd

And not the eyes, but the dark grime

Someone's bent over, we should lift him

Someone's broken away, shoved me