Rob Swift & Legalize
«Here we go again»
«Here we go again» (Stagnation 2.0)
«Here we go again»
«Here we go again»
Stagnation 2.0 is our history and our grief
With our nation we carry a weight on our legs
I am very grateful to God for Russia
but, i don’t believe in a special path that leads to misery
Stagnation 2.0 is our history and our grief
With our nation we carry a weight on our legs
I am very grateful to God for Russia
but, i don’t believe in a special path that leads to misery
Verse 1
It’s time for me to sign up with the Russophobes by
Saying that everything is not good in my backyard
I see that the standard way of thinking of millions of our people is to climb closer to the throne and to lick the legs of the King .
We are are the result of a history of false heroes
Now under the control of a petroleum brotherhood, as it was before under the the Mongolian yoke
Wandering silently & without complains in an enclosed circle
This dishonor and grief of our people is the price of a barrel
Thieves are held in high favor, in a fort there are badges all around us
It’s an army that divides the lower class from those who share yards-2
The kennels guard the archaic totalitarian spirit
This old broken record is moving back to the beginning
Stalin is in their heart, there is a mummy in a pyramid-3
Strategists are trying to awake a darkness as if in a full moon
We are bargaining with the mindset of Mizulina-4
“And we keep trying to show of our sluggish craziness “??
We believe in elections, until they impose their candidate on us
Before the toilet paper was invented we were wiping ourselves with leaves.
In ancient times before the electricity we were burning kindling
We keep believing without hesitation in some sort of special path
If not him, then who? If something goes wrong it will be like the great flood
Shut up, bastard, and honor (obey) the King - and know your place
The outside world is cut off with a cold line
This silence is gold, but just in case we have Zolotov-5
Chorus
Let’s not pretend that
There is no cold civil war
And Lo and behold, it’s not necessary for one country
To crush, beat and burn everything to the ground inorder to move ahead.
The gray world is returning & divided between two poles:
“Am Imagined enemy” and “a guarded fear”
They don’t want us to think clearly here , bro
The whole system is cemented , brains made of jelly
Stagnation 2.0
[After- chorus )Rob Swift & Legalize)
(Here we go again)( Stagnation 2.0)
(Here we go again (Stagnation2.0)
Stagnation 2.0, Stagnation 2.0, Stagnation 2.0
(Here we go again)( Stagnation2.0)
(Here we go again)(Stagnation2.0)
Stagnation 2.0 —
stability and ???, suppressed howl, open the window.
Verse 2
On the top of the dump the heirs of the seagulls* are getting fat
And the main enemies of the country are-Serebryakov-6 and Serebryannikov-7-they are breeding Sharikovs-8-they are altruists.
Yet will not cook oatmeal or have a beer-9-with us
Here the authorities would be happy to see you always drunk and singing the anthem out loud in this hysterical empire.
You’re stupefied with a cheap diphenhydramine draff
With the same random hypnotic pictures on the screen
A hearse in a motorcade makes a sharp turn
“Cutie-sweetie“, Crimea is ours”, surgeon
For orthodox holiday they give Easter cake for the new tank
When we eat olives we are watching eternal saltless Leonid Ilich*.
Our country is memorizing the same old futile speeches
As a trustful and meek dog
Russians are so talented and bright , but among other plots they have chosen the historical noose
We are circling around at will
We are making a cult from a stability that means a stale sandwich is enough
It’s like submissiveness is in our genetic code
Militarism and stupidity is our day-to-day circumvention.
More blood, more Salisbury and Syria
More Donbas, Crimea, more hatred for Russia
So that everyone around us can’t stand us
In order to finally isolate our country -headed by our messiah
Our “bright faced”, who makes us all rise from our knees.
The trainer with his whip knows how he should spend his time:
To nourish a reflex so his “Pavlov’s dog” would honor him, but the name of that dog -is a voter
Chorus
Let’s not pretend that
There is no cold civil war
And Lo and behold, it’s not necessary for one country
To crush, beat and burn everything to the ground inorder to move ahead.
The gray world is returning & divided between two poles:
“Am Imagined enemy” and “a guarded fear”
They don’t want us to think clearly here , bro
The whole system is cemented , brains made of jelly
Stagnation 2.0
[After- chorus )Rob Swift & Legalize)
(Here we go again)( Stagnation 2.0)
(Here we go again (Stagnation2.0)
Stagnation 2.0, Stagnation 2.0, Stagnation 2.0
(Here we go again)( Stagnation2.0)
(Here we go again)(Stagnation2.0)
Stagnation 2.0 —
stability and ???, suppressed howl, open the window.
Verse 3
Again we are picking the same plot
As if we are more used to being in darkness, dampness, and without light
We choose to obey someone else’s will & to obey with no opposition
I even begin to believe that pitchforks are our foundation.
We took a breath and again we are on the the same locomotive
We are driving our malice around the circle road and around the world
In keeping our reputation as a dangerous country, we think that the world respects this power, but this stupid aggression just makes everyone feel pity towards us.
We are shaking with a club, we feel angry,& burn some firewood
Our people teach us to love those who send their kids to a foreign land
While a crowd preoccupies itself with the destruction of cheese*
In the meantime the gap between those who hear and those who don’t gets wider.
If you don’t like it - go away, fucking liberal
And if you want to yell about universal injustice
Don’t forget: you have to know how to ask for mercy in a Chechen way, yes