Моя страна сошла с ума [Moya strana soshla s uma] [English translation]

While we are born, we don't choose where and when

And for eternity we couldn't tear the thread.

Yet to another war my country went,

And I couldn't stop that.

To some the power and pleasure,

To some a pauper bag and prison bed,

And I don't have the strength to overcome the pain:

My country has gone mad,

And I can't help it just the same.

And what can we do, and what should we think,

If everything is now a mess , opinions are split.

There is no need to grow halos and wings

We just need not to be a shit.

One thing though, and I'm sure of it

The time to choose is nigh.

But if you decided not to be a shit

It's easy to live and die.

It's easy to live and die.

And live, and not die.