Мы вам не верим [My vam ne verim] [English translation]

We are mere people, we long for a world where

We would not stand in shame before our children...

Mom, how come your voice quivers as you soothe my fears, Waiting every morning for the day

When people will start shooting at each other,

And the peacekeepers will trample flower fields...

Prices will again soar higher than the birds in the sky...

Would that we never wake up and sleep forever instead...

Would that we never wake up and sleep forever instead...

Would that we never wake up and sleep forever instead...

Would that we never wake up and sleep forever instead...

Would that we never wake up...

We are mere people, we can be judged,

Thrown into chains or simply sold on credit.

We are crosses in a cemetery, the zeroes of statistics.

Mon, buy me some anti-depressants!

Here we are again, jaded in front of a TV

That spouts a flow of misery.

As you manipluate us, don't you realize

We forgot how to believe in your bullshit?

We don't believe you!

Enough with your lies already!

Our doors are wide open,

that's why the filth pours home!

We are mere people, and we would never

Go bombing other people's cities.

Your propaganda can't brainwash us :

People live there too, people just like us.

We are all the same, we all bleed the same.

None of us would put a bomb in the subway.

All these things are done on our behalf

By thieves with a state flag in the background.

Flags and banners invented by someone...

Flags and banners invented by someone...

Flags full of question marks...

Flags that reek of oil...

We are mere people, without names and faces...

We have been set apart by frontiers.

We have been separated as natives and foreigners

So that some could better take advantage of us.

We were convinced that our God loves nobody but us,

And our country alone was chosen by God.

But these self-proclaimed leaders tell nothing but lies.

If there is a God, he must be the same for everyone.

We don't believe you!

Enough with your lies already!

Our doors are wide open,

that's why the he filth pours into our houses!

We are mere children in adult bodies.

We just yearn for love, kindness and warmth.

In different languages, we cry out the same:

This war has no reason nor justification!

We are no tin soldiers to be toyed with

And sent to die for your profits!

Laid out on a dinner plate decorated with caviar for victory,

The Crimea is letting out an heart-rending cry.