"Neither repented they of their murders,
nor of their sorceries,
nor or their fornications,
nor of their thefts."
Revelation 9:21
В слезах по колено, в трясине по бровь
Свой век отживает страна озверевшая
Здесь больше не встретишь совет да любовь
На кровь и бабло она насмерть подсевшая
Тьма в душах, яд в водке, стекло в колбасе –
Всего лишь прелюдия к краху и панике
Пока же я слушаю то же, что все –
Как славно играет оркестр на Титанике...
In these latter days I've made some tactic mistakes
My old age's come too fast and my wounded heart aches
Desolation dejects though I'm sick of the crowd
Really after the mess silence seems over loud
There is one loathsome feeling, one nauseating trend –
This vile sense of the shit clouds above that impend
I foresee an appallingly huge arse is near
And we've no chance to hide, nowhere to disappear
Soon we'll face how the final tunes turn to the noise,
The complete devaluation of all the life's joys
Every precept will be recognized as the fake
On the way to the merciless, total opaque
The wan colourless ghost of democracy's died
The hereafter looks devilish and demon-eyed
It's the land God-forsaken. Here Jesus won't save
'Twill become our gas chamber, our funeral cave