Я копошусь среди развалин как червяк.
С момента сброса бомб все пошло не так.
Люк в подземный бункер — моя дверь,
Но я счастлив по-своему, поверь.

Another goes, walks out the door:
Don't bring him back now -
there's no food here anymore.
Weren't you the one who said
the last canned soup a sweet "Goodbye!"?
Did you think I'd not notice?
Did you think I'd lay down and die?