Скованные Одной Цепью

The circle of trust smudges like soot
I grab someone's hand, but I feel an elbow
I search for eyes, but I feel a stare
Where above the heads lies the rear
Behind the red sunrise — a pink sunset

Chained together
Bound by one goal
Chained together
Bound by one

Here the joints are weak, and the spaces are vast
Here the trains are crushed to make columns
Some words are for kitchens, others — for streets
Here eagles are tossed aside for broiler chickens -
And I keep my balance, even while kissing

In Chained Together
Bound by one goal
Chained together
Bound by one goal

You can believe even in the absence of faith
You can act even when there's no deed
The poor pray, pray to
What guarantees their poverty

Here you can play the trumpet to yourself
But no matter how you play, you’re always playing a retreat
And if there are those who come to you
There will be those who come for you

Also chained together
Bound by one goal
Chained together
Bound by one

Here women search, but only find old age
Here the measure of work is considered fatigue
There are no scoundrels in leather offices
Here the first resemble the last
And no less than the last are tired, perhaps

To be chained together
Bound by one goal
Chained together
Bound by one goal

chained together
bound by one goal
chained together
bound by one goal

chained together
bound by one goal
chained together
bound by one goal

chained together
bound by one goal
chained together
bound by one goal