Сергей Дворский - В.Ф.
текст песни

The point of no return has now been passed.
With boorishness and depravity at its head,
The reckless motherland rages,
Cooling the bullet in its head.
Confined to freebies and glamour,
Will not hear, no matter how much you call,
The European roadside is rotting
In its own profit and blood.
In a knot with incredible speed
Strength, power, greed, law...
...In the choice between gold and conscience
Money is sweeter. That's the whole point.
Life writhes in the heart like uncooled copper
Besieged by turmoil and sin...
...I want it. This is the cross that makes me wildly want
To howl like a wolf. But the motherland is deaf.