Думай сам [Dumay sam] [English translation]

We need to smile more often,to be in a positive mood

To keep peace in our hearts, when the world is such a mess

Simply to live, simply exist, simply to sleep and to eat.

Hate. Hate. Hate...

Clinging like mud she drags me down

She gently whispers in my ear: "You are so good,

take me with you, I will never leave you

You will be my rider and I will be your obedient horse.

We will gallop, we will run away

And to hell with this Third Rome,

this backward, always unwashed country 1

rednecks and demons, and Satan sitting on the throne"

I scraped mud off my sneakers and put them in the washing machine

Mud resisted and said: "Have pity on yourself,

You're a fool, just sing nicely."

I smiled back. We need to be more positive.

Our legs are worn to the knees, all songs are sung

How many generations will we need to step into the light

Forty years or forty thousand years?

I know someone, who knows everything, but He won't answer.

Think for yourself! Act by yourself! Be afraid, trust and ask.

Go to a field, where rye is forming ears, and scream.

And you will be heard, and you will hear without words,

Every day we are getting closer, with every step...

You are writing a post about that Great Lent

is not so easy and everything is in vain.

Such spiritual growth is extremely rare.

This is time of posts, post modern, baby.

Crime lords brutally kills people with knives

The Boondock Saints shoots in responce.

Different guests come here, for instance Finns

In District 9 it will end badly for everyone.

Evil zombies ate a little Bambi

Before that they fucked him up with a homemade bomb

To be patient doesn't mean to be a victim

I humble myself, I spend all my energy on this.

For Russians I am a Siberian guy, John Malkovich

Don't lead me to sin, I will shoot, you loony

I counted to ten, breathed out, I am calm.

Peace to all, even to those who consider us unworthy.

Our legs are worn to the knees, all songs are sung

How many generations will we need to step into the light

Forty years or forty thousand years?

I know someone, who knows everything, but He won't answer.

Think for yourself! Act by yourself! Be afraid, trust and ask.

Go to a field, where rye is forming ears, and scream.

And you will be heard, and you will hear without words,

Every day we are getting closer, with every step...

Think for yourself! Act by yourself! Be afraid, trust and ask.

Go to a field, where rye is forming ears, and scream.

And you will be heard, and you will hear without words,

Every day we are getting closer, with every step...

Every day we are getting closer, with every step...

Every day we are getting closer...

1. Allusion to Lermontov's poem