полигон [poligon] [English translation]

Some jesters hang on a “comic pole”

There’s nothing to catch here, don’t give it a second look

Rather, look over there, where the victory banner flies

A cheerful film just beautifully shot

There’s no flattery here, like spots on a white wall

And if you see poverty and anger, then the issue lies in you

Warm bodies, we are stronger and more complete

Blaming the system has now become the lot of swine

Such people have targets on their back; well then, begin with yourself

Prove you’re not a pig, point out who is a snake

Punish the pigs for yourself, for others, community and family,

Take revenge for yourself, fellow countryman, if you consider yourself to be a man

Forward! Little forces in a fist, we take the rope

On the condemned rags, the people yell at the top of their lungs

Scaffold and bag, banner of inevitable victory

Some jesters hang on a “comic pole”

Bitter smoke, someone’s firing ground

How many in this valley have been killed for no reason?

We will never have a place here, keep that in mind, bro

Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap

Ayo, motherfucker, bounce

Don’t think about the bad

You absorbed all of this, like drugs and mother’s milk

And you will come back, even if your pockets have become full

Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap

Smoke in the sky, concrete below it

You would have sailed away, but that’s not how it’s done

You would have sailed far away

Past the shop windows, past the icons

Your city is real, not a satire

You would have sailed away, but that’s not the place to go to

And you, meanwhile, got in too deep

Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap

These absurd losers are dissatisfied always and with everything

A sequence of conversations incessantly goes on in the kitchens

The four-eyes denigrates us all over tea and dessert

And that means he gets tips for himself from the outside

It’s time to talk about them, for the cancer has penetrated

Everywhere, poisoning the source, and the sleeves stained

With the blood of the enemy are idolized, and the gates would be opened

For them by everyone who maligns the world and speaks suspiciously correctly

Provocateurs and gang leaders—be on the alert!

Having sensed disease, they will bring misfortune to your hearth

Rebellion, war and pestilence, discord, bullets, so we are indignant

But we don’t lynch the smartasses, and why?

Forward! Little forces in a fist, we take the rope

On the condemned rags, the people yell at the top of their lungs

Scaffold and bag—the sequence of conversations will go silent

These absurd losers are dissatisfied always and with everything

Bitter smoke, someone’s firing ground

How many in this valley have been killed for no reason?

We will never have a place here, keep that in mind, bro

Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap

Ayo, motherfucker, bounce

Don’t think about the bad

You absorbed all of this, like drugs and mother’s milk

And you will come back, even if your pockets have become full

Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap

Smoke in the sky, concrete below it

You would have sailed away, but that’s not how it’s done

You would have sailed far away

Past the shop windows, past the icons

Your city is real, not a satire

You would have sailed away, but that’s not the place to go to

And you, meanwhile, got in too deep

Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap