Song: Country crossroads

Worse than seasickness - always the same view from the window,
Terrible calloused feet when sat up so that he could not catch up,
Measured quiet days - for us it is a special way of torture
Worse of the storm and the snow captivity, long viscous satiety...

Someone is calling outside the window of a warm bed for the city.
There beyond the river is far resounds the music of our camp.
Terrible rain and thunderstorms ringing silence not abandoned rooms,
Electronic sounds ready-made answers worse military horn.

They would have to strip, but one does not take into account -
No courts and laws we will not sue you for the love and dream!
They wanted to intimidate us, to break and envelop despair
But any despair only strengthens the heart muscle nights.