Cолнца не видно [Solntsa ne vidno] [English translation]

Even sun isn't seen here, they say

That there are only fucking things to get*

We live with our own rhythm

We do things that help us to live*

We are saturated with routine and dust

Here we make reality from tale without sham*

But time whispers - I'll kill you

But we do things that help us to live

Even sun isn't seen here

And subjects are different with positive colourful films

On the boots is dirt mixed with dust and son

Can be saved by forged document, throwing compromising material out in right time

There are a few of people that will save you with their backs

And there is power to just have hope of power

For that dogs in blue clothes we are cattle*

And there aren't a lot of chooses - to be silent or to be killed

Many people dead trying to change something

(They dead) Because of verdict of court or because of killer.

Playings in justice on TV-programmes of Lubimov*

It's naive to think that there is even a little sense of it

An exit isn't seen, I didn't come to elect

It doesn't matter for them if you swear with Constitution or with Bible

They scream about freedom during meetings

But look at country like at firm

And it's not important what city decide - Moscow or Kiev

It's better if you say us how can we live with living wage

What do you pray about in Cathedral of Christ the Saviour?*

In heart of capital are countries of Third world*

Hey, Mister Chief, isn't it sad

That you look at Great Country in despair

But try to treat us with false clever speeches?

I'm glad for us to communicate with you in chat

But now there are carrots and strikes, shoulder straps and seats

We are ready to answer for our rap

And still we aren't wild, still we haven't got high with drugs totally*

We will hold our ground, this is it, Mister Chief

Even sun isn't seen here, they say

That there are only fucking things to get

We live with our own rhythm

We do things that help us to live

We are saturated with routine and dust

Here we make reality from tale without sham

But time whispers - I'll kill you

But we do things that help us to live

We're becoming dead because of smoke of drugs in tiled flats*

We do it so much that even sun isn't seen here

For somebody life is sickly sweet, for another it's anguish

You sleep in home sweetly but somebody goes to work*

Somebody makes a visa to go in America*

But somebody is refugee and lives this way half of life

Somebody runs to police if something starts to go wrong

But still we are here we will try to change something

Right words are important in lyrics

It's easy to cross a line, but how can I look into people's eyes after it

Fill a little glasses of old men with bitter water*

Things that leave after us - it's our truth written in verses

We don't eat thing that they feed us in news programmes with

We have something else in our clocks, not sand.

And if life is like this - we're ready to rick

We are crucified for long time and because of it we aren't afraid of cross

Tzar gives positions to his own people

But people like we play role of serfs here

And it's wrong variant to be waited for re-styling

Or you go in stall humbly or walk in irons

Hey, Mister Chief, isn't crown too tight?

It's spoon of goudron in your honey*

Maybe I'm fool one and 'll break my head against this wall

But I'm not going to eat this damn, this is it...

Even sun isn't seen here, they say

That there are only fucking things to get

We live with our own rhythm

We do things that help us to live

We are saturated with routine and dust

Here we make reality from tale without sham

But time whispers - I'll kill you

But we do things that help us to live