Dial tones So many questions that calls for answers When phone rings melody we disgust So little substance for another anthem That living man can't sing to us
Hellow to you, on (the) wrong side of this wire Do not be quiet Response for sake of god We need you to wisper us, relying Upon inhuman wise and smart Of yours and only...
Pick up the handset Answer! Speak! Don't leave us by the dial tones Don't cut the one of gituar strings At moment of the final chord
Enought explosions Off detonations Blood, shiver, smoke at the subway station Sorrow, sorrow, sorrow.