Полный контакт [Polnyj kontakt] [English translation]

This city smells the same

As it did a hundred years ago;

Here, every dawn

Is already written off as a sunset.

It won't give away the pigs,

and God won't consume it,

Because here, on all the living,

They've already put a cross.*

Something's wrong inside my television,

Tired of dancing...

I'm going for full contact.

For now, it's still in fashion

To speak out of place,

But that's the freedom of care

For there, where they eat.

It's permitted in a Bentley

to drive around the prison

Up to my waist in cash

Up to my throat in shit

The government has a kind,

piercing stare

Yesterday was practice,

Tomorrow - full contact.

But above you,

The sky is a wall;

Nobody can order it around.

As loud as you shout,

The sky is silent.

The sky has no business with us,

There's a lack of full contact.

Here, they don't know

what to do, just like a hundred years ago,

but any dog will tell you

who is guilty.

Here, you won't have to fight

For the faces' identity

Here, they separate the foreign-born

By the shade of their eyelashes,

The urge to move in formation

is a genetic fact

These words don't roll...

Full contact remains.