...И в стране, убившей правду и свободу,
Где нет воли, чтоб начать сопротивление,
Адский огнь, уничтожающий природу
Есть вполне закономерное явление
И ничей авторитет, ничья харизма
Не спасут во мраке, крахе и растлении
Здесь давно настал триумф идиотизма
С имбецилами в четвёртом поколении.
Among the crooked stumps in the baned and parched wood
Amidst the demolished taiga's curling ashes
I see MAN is still goddamned brainless and rude
He kills and the nature can't stand in the clashes
The burned dying owlet tries climb up the stock
But he's no more eyes and no clutches to clamber
We're all this owl. Ere the epiphany's shock -
Just Death we will leave for our kids to remember
And on the slow change to the cemetery yard
My state has deposed the creators and thinkers
Upon these grounds there is no freedom nor God
Here's only the doomed herd that's led by the stinkers
I warned 'bout it twenty far long years ago -
The imbecile choice, the perverted selection
And those, who assert THEN they could not say "NO",
Won't e'er get excuse for their ruinous action
Yes, we've lost the war to the devilish horde
They plunder the trillions spreading the squalor
But fuck it - to be a fat magnate or lord
If your soul is sold to the reign of the dollar
My terra is slain and I watch it decays
As Time gulfs my days like a bottomless crater
Yet every year adds many lines on my face
And nothing's bestowed but to stay contemplator