A time for useful thoughts
The defamation of our ideas
Pray to the infinite garbage pit
Climb naked onto a table
And take God's throne for yourself-
It's easier to rule over an imaginary world
Well, who will leave the reality of the garbage pit for their dreams?
For the sake of a handful of recklessness, who will sell their fatherland?
Who will die first?
Who will die first?
A daring crack in the lips
The moon's nameless corpse
The black flag of a curse-filled argument
Hands for grabbing
And thoughts for being stolen
You all failed your Waterloo [references Battle of Waterloo]
Well, who will leave the reality of the garbage pit for their dreams?
For the sake of a handful of recklessness, who will sell their fatherland?
Who will die first?
Who will die first?
Someone was holding on
And trying to open his eyes
While staring at a portrait of yet another Lukich (slang for Lenin)
Fear of opening the door
Fear of expressing one's fear
People were laughing, dogs were howling
Well, who will leave the reality of the garbage pit for their dreams?
For the sake of a handful of recklessness, who will sell their fatherland?
Who will die first?
Who will die first?
Who will finish first?
Who?!