612 [English translation]

Morning walked into the city, like a child dancing in silence

And it became clear, how hard it was yesterday for me and you

To come home through familiar streets

Through the unreciprocated crudeness of faceless crowd

Through the city that was given away to chickens

Who still run around headless.

Blood and smashed windows on the sidewalks

Morning coughs black smoke of burnt cars

A boiled beet of the sun

Rises above the city where I was murdered

A burned down match head drops on the floor

Now you got used to crying

Damn these fucking revolutionaries.

The tune was the same - freedom and justice

High-rises swarming with hundreds of thousands of assholes

None of them worthy of that very freedom

And I'm hanging on the dull knives, now I'm totally free.

People broken into pieces, people cut open in parts

Break each other's heads and tear each other's mouths

People broken into pieces, people cut open in parts

Break each other's heads and tear each other's mouths

Morning has run around schools, kindergartens

And now day fell on its knees

But hardly anyone who was there last night now feels happy

Waking up in the debris of drunkenness and rampant laziness

They'll never understand anything

The storefronts of their eyes are nailed with thick plywood

And I'll be here, I'll stay

As a thirst of bullets loaded into sleeping guns.