гори гори гори [gori gori gori] [English translation]

Alas, the statistics do not lie

Forms and cadastres

Bad numbers, a hard year

But I sing in vain

I swap the fabric for the tinfoil

On the webcam put on a band-aid

Wherever you could spit, wherever you could look —

The state is everywhere

Gray-haired in couture jeans

Absurdity, caricature

How funny... in a multicultural country

Culture ended

And the light went out, and the coffin is ready

And I feel cloud-sad

In the country of Yesenin's verses

Art ended

Now only ashes lie here

No matter how you turn, how you search — not a soul

Burn burn, my country

Don't extinguish it, oh, don't extinguish, don't extinguish

Piano in the city park

Is very-very out-of-tune

And someone scary presses on it

A flat blacker than the night

And in a black hoodie there roams

A Provincial Banksy

Sprays verses in the corners —

Words from this song

Blackens the rap of the metropolitan parties

And the northern outskirts

And in a black robe, I pray

And the god hears my amen

And the god sees the shining cross

But I know, he won’t help

Because there are too few white spots

On my black skin

Now only ashes lie here

No matter how you turn, how you search — not a soul

Burn burn, my country

Don't extinguish it, oh, don't extinguish, don't extinguish

Now only ashes lie here

No matter how you turn, how you search — not a soul

Burn burn, my country

Don't extinguish it, oh, don't extinguish, don't extinguish