[Spoiler (click to open)] В.Пуханов: В древности март обозначал смерть. В марте заканчивались припасы, грозила гибель, если солнце не растопит лёд и первые цветы не пробьются из земли. Из марта наступало чудесное воскрешение в новую жизнь, счастье и любовь. Слово «смерть» ещё не прозвучало, только «март». Говорили в июне: «в наш дом пришёл март», говорили в сентябре: «пришёл март». Каждый, кто пережил март, становился старше на год. В царстве мёртвых всегда месяц март. Проходя через март, можно мимолетно встретить любимых и родных. О тебе скажут: «остался в марте».
There is no oxygen in the air Men and women have lost their hair Ashen faces, legs that stand Ghosts and goblins walk in this land When today becomes yesterday And tomorrow becomes eternity When the soul, when the soul goes way beyond When life is taken and there are no more babies born When there is no one and there is everyone
Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century It will be, it will be, it will be ahh
The 21st century was here and gone And the 20th century was the dawn The beginning of the end was the 21st When the 20th century was at an end
1990 was the year when the plague struck the earth 1988 was the year when men and women Struck out for freedom And bloodletting was the thing that was
People said there was no god And there was no reason And there was no cause
1972 was right all the way Drums and bugles blasting all though the day Right wing left wing middle of the road Sidewinder backswinger backlash whiplash Red stockings Liberation of women liberation of men Everybody carrying a heavy load
Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century It will be, it will be, it will be ahh
Liberation of animals Prevention of cruelty to animals men and beast Flying and unflying things Revolution of music poetry love and life Sex changing changing changing Man is woman woman is man Even your brain is not your brain Your heart is a plastic thing which can be bought There are no more diseases which can be caught
Man became the thing that he worshipped Man truly became his god That was the day that man and woman truly became bored Man became his good Man became his evil Man became his god And man became his devil
Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century Tomorrow will be the 22nd century It will be, it will be, it will be ahh
Young women without money caught Big dogs living in marble lofts Young men die in spring Boys of 7 falling in love Give that lady fair a diamond ring Wedding wedding wedding wedding No a wedding ain't the thing Don't want no preacher Don't want no preacher man preachin' Give me your hand and take my hand This is better than anybody's preacher man The truth is now unfold It says 7 years 7 years, so I am told Don't sway me over Don't try to sway me over to your day On your day Your day will go away