Who will destroy this world?
Who'll finish everything an for whom are we a shooting range?
Yes, nobody wants to die.
The life, it's the only one, that you could tear it down!
The last aim is the one!
The nerves are tearing like the strings.
The coil of the cold war
And throwing of missiles march.
The thread's gettong hotter, someone's got nervous breakdown.
The stsrt is pressed and explosion is inevitable.
The planet garden - the death's firing field.
The world is poisoned, chaos! The fault of the light!
The last aim is the one!
The nerves are tearing like the strings.
The coil of the cold war
And throwing of missiles march.
The last target - We are all!
Start and that's all, we're all doomed!
The instant death, war,
I survived - cold, hunger, winter!