Time of useful deeds,
profanation of our ideas,
pray to the infinite cesspit,
naked climbing up on the table
infringing upon the God's throne -
made-up world is easier to control.
But who will leave the reality of cesspit for the dreams,
for the handful of foolishness who will sell motherland?
Who will die first?
Who will die first?
Bold rift of lips,
nameless corpse of moon,
black banner being the mother of contra,
hands, to grab what you can,
and thoughts, for stealing them,
you all fucked up your Waterloo.
But who will leave the reality of cesspit for the dreams,
for the handful of foolishness who will sell motherland?
Who will die first?
Who will die first?
Someone is holding up for,
and tries to open the eyes
looking at the portrait of yet another Lukich,
fear of coming out the door,
fear of showing one's fear,
people laughed, dogs howled.
But who will leave the reality of cesspit for the dreams,
for the handful of foolishness who will sell motherland for fuck's sake?
Who will die first?
Who will die first?
Who will end1 first?
Who!?
1. 'кончит' can mean both to end as 'to die' or as 'to ejaculate'