Страшно Так Жить [Basta - Strashno Tak Zhitʹ] [English translation]

Where there was light, there is now darkness

I am off to die, Ma

My soul

There is no God, he has left us

Whom He could, He saved

Out of the fire

Where there was light, there is now darkness

I am off to die, Ma

My soul

There is no God, he has left us

Whom He could, He saved

Out of the fire

It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this

We're at home here, Mom, but somehow the house has become strange

Oh, really mom, the truth is that their truth is out of lies

We are forgotten by God, Mother, no one needs us here

How much bitterness is given to us to drink

You may shout or not, but the king listlessly sleeps for a long time

It will cost subjects their heads, to see still not everything that they wanted

It's been tried on you and me

Everything is upside down, the floor is under your feet, the ceiling is under your feet

Go to hell sables God is with us

Race, whose sight is more accurate, and why and for what

It's none of my business, you know, I don't need to know

Well, that's it, we got there, we climb out of the pit

We are the knotted flaws

Three monkeys: I can't see, I can't hear, I'm silent

I don't get my hands dirty, I just help the hangman

Beg for alms, hold out your hands

Hide the God in your bosom, don't curse the king

The Oprichnik's whip is a maiden's braid

No one to save and no one to save, suicide

It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this

We're at home here, Mom, but somehow the house has become strange

Oh, really mom, the truth is that their truth is out of lies

We are forgotten by God, Mother, no one needs us here

It is not customary to dig deep here, I said something wrong

I read something wrong and there is a hood over my head

I know, the views are painful, but this is our land

We are endlessly executed, an eternal massacre

We are leveled, broken, and trampled on

We are doomed to accept beatings, in silence

We're out of power, we're bleeding

We have almost no chance, we are like a body without kidneys

I, the obedient crowd

And I am one of this crowd of millions, I am a slave

I'm in the sights of a machine gun and, therefore, on the parade

At the command of the battalion commander, I will cheerfully shout "hooray"

My homeland, what do you want? Just tell me exactly

But in response, the ground shakes and you can hear knives being sharpened

And you can hear the safety catch being removed

And even God doesn't know how to prevent it

Here, instead of the good old whip, there is a mortgage stranglehold

The people would have blinked, but they cut off his eyelids for ever

Stockholm syndrome — and again the first on the first

And we watch this sitcom as a family

The system is your main opponent

And you're just a little aluminum cog in it

To get out of it and get away with it-alas, it will not work

The machine is programmed so that you will be beaten

Drama Theater of downtrodden, tortured dolls

Bought by my uncle for a couple of sandwich tricks

In rumpled jackets and unbuttoned trousers

Spelling out the leader's name with their bodies

System for repairing breakdowns, will get into the filling up to the elbow

Chik-chik and here you are a quiet, smiling, obedient robot

But someone dared to fight off the hands and fought off the hands

A bullet through the oncoming soulless stream-just tore!

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My homeland is crying, Mummy, forgive us

We didn't have time to sing your funeral, let's take the body out

In a wooden coffin, hastily knocked down from rotten planks

You forgive us shameless, we wail in one voice, Mother

My homeland is crying, Mummy, forgive us

We didn't have time to sing your funeral, let's take the body out

In a wooden coffin, hastily knocked down from rotten planks

You forgive us shameless, we wail in one voice, Mother

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It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this

We're at home here, Mom, but somehow the house has become strange

Oh, the truth, Mother, the truth is that their truth is made up of lies

We are forgotten by God mother, no one needs us here

It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this

We're at home here, Mom, but for some reason the house has become strange

Oh, the truth, Mother, the truth is that their truth is made up of lies

We are forgotten by God, Mother, no one needs us here

It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this

We're at home here, Mom, but somehow the house has become strange

Oh, the truth, Mother, the truth is that their truth is made up of lies

We are forgotten by God, Mother, no one needs us here

It's not frightful to die, Mom, it's frightful to live like this

We're at home here, Mom, but somehow the house has become strange