Козлы [Kozly] [English translation]

Standing to attention,

In our soul dancing break dance,

Dreaming, that you are not a general,

Dreaming that, you are psychic,

Knowing, that you are the embodiment

Of eternal dream,

The whole world- its decoration,

And here you are appearing,

*Goats, goats...

My words are not very kind,

But also not too angry, I find,

I'm stating a fact:

Goats!

In the circle"*Dull hands"

Everyone speaks, as it is,

But who gets the joy out of this,

Who is getting some pride?

The more you say,

The price for you even more;

At work we're, like in the ice- hole,

In bed we're, like at war,

Goats, Goats...

Stuck in their own rightness,

Tied in to knots.

I'm the same, only worse

And I say, what I see:

Goats!

While I didn't become a clover,

While you didn't become a line,

Our body's -sword,

In our soul is peace.

Our breath is holy,

We are moving, and loving all,

But give us a little bit strength, Oh God-

We'll crunch everything under us.

Goats, goats...

*Goats, goats...

My words are not very kind,

But also not too angry, I find,

I'm simply sad,

That we could've been people...