Singer: Decl

Sad faces, tired lethargy, hungry people, fed power
In this country nothing has changed: the eternal traffic jams, construction and dirt.

A dying breed: those who do not judge. Until that changes, progress will not be.

A mixture of state propaganda and cheap porn
A mixture of Leps with Bilan under bits of Ivan Dorn -
This crappy popcorn we are fed up!

In the spiritual decline of live a difficult life,
Poverty in the head, like a tin can.

The doctrine - light, ignorance - darkness
Get in the game, now to sleep
Progress will absorb, like a tsunami wave,
No matter who's at the helm.

Freedom above all else,
We will see the sunrise, because we were lucky!
On the way to the dream, we almost got carried away,
But we still here no matter what!

Politics is a cesspool. Deputies paralytics.
Helpless who vote are fools.
I see old people on the streets looking for bottles.
See: policy only stuffed wallets,
Drive cars, build cottages, mansions,
Arrange squabbles on TV. They're the same Gopnik,
Only in power.

Tired of believing, tired to hold back,
Tired corpses to eat, fear to go through.
Tired to breathe, I want to breathe
Tired of crawling, I want to fly.

When the stars in his eyes and cotton wool in my ears,
It is difficult to see and hear the reality.
If a little pinch, instilling all the fear,
The government is losing its relevance.

The theater of the absurd reached its climax!

The light beam in the darkness, thank You, B. O. G. !

Everything becomes clear, the Light comes into the soul.
The desire to change the world, the desire to be better.

I want to find myself,
I want to understand what it is.
Help me, help me.
I want my soul also sang.