500 [English translation]

Five hundred of songs - and nothing to sing,

Sky turns into the closed cage,

The same wold words written in new font

Comic paragraph for those who are in the falling elevator.

Dry wind blows along the province streets

My Motherland eats its sons like a pig,

With the implacability of supersonic drill

Hands wearing gloves shake the cradle

candles are lit from the both ends

Corpses bury their corpses.

Hey, does anyone remember who is hanging on the cross?

Saints are charged up like mates under LSD

Every time they tell me we are together,

I remember that the best money can be got for the "freight 200".

Yellow submarine has mummies in its cabin

Panoramic wheel shows the qualities of meat-chopper.

Patriotism means simply "kill the one who has different faith".

This crack goes through my heart

It's not possible to see the rope's ends in the muddy water

Corpses bury their corpses.

I feel like a negative under the light;

Cold rage in my heart, taste of iron in my mouth

Our happiness is made in Hong Kong and Poland,

NO one name passes us anymore

There is a clockwork inside every young bud,

we are moving down on the downstairs

A bound bird can not be singing

People falling in the elevator feel better with every second

Dogs choke themselves with howling

We were taught not to live, we were taught to die standing straight

You know, this is a game two people can play.