Glasnost [English translation]

Warm winds blow now,

they say it is spring.

Winter is said to be finished

for this year.

New smells are in the air now,

now the flowers come.

They promise better times

in Moskow.

But the cities still stink,

and the air is filled with gas,

when corpses rot in Afghanistan.

And still the women cry

over hundreds of thousands of children

who fade away in tents in Pakistan.

There is a price for freedom

which all know is true;

The price will always

be constant:

When freedom is lost

in one single place

then it is lost

everywhere.

And still the bombs are falling

over those who have nothing;

Still the people are burning in Afghanistan.

But as long as knights of death

keep their cold hatred

there still exists winter in Moscow.