Пыль [Pylʹ] [English translation]

All our lives are the dust on the road,

Somebody´s hopes, somebody´s worries.

We are indifferent towards Devil and God.

The dust is silently falling on the road.

Somebody´s ambitions fill the empty space

Who is not black, who is not white.

Those who won´t be noticed by gods

are the gray mass, the dust under our legs.

Yes, the world will consist of dust

Yes, the world will consist of dust

Yes, the world will consist of dust

Yes, the world will consist of dust

our dust.

The one who is going ahead will overcome the road,

the one whose weakness made him almighty.

He is disrupting the grey mass with his leg,

but all his steps are swept away by the dust.

Yes, the world will consist of dust

Yes, the world will consist of dust

Yes, the world will consist of dust

Yes, the world will consist of dust

our dust.

Everything will be coming back forever

everything what is moving ahead slowly or quickly.

Stepping over the grey dust,

the millennia are going round and round.

Yes, the world will consist of dust

Yes, the world will consist of dust

Yes, the world will consist of dust

Yes, the world will consist of dust

our dust.

• Artist:Otto Dix
• Album:Город