To hell with sorrow
And fair sadness
To mutter through my teeth
That I'm not afraid
To pull the grenade pin
And I don't care what happens then
I'm so tired
Of being treated like a cattle
Here they measure your rights by the size of your wallet
I'm tired of being a slave on my motherland
But my tiredness is despair of a crocked mouse
And it makes me stronger and rises me higher
Let's wish good luck and happiness to those who are silent!
But get up, get up off your knees, brother!
It's time to scream.
It's time to scream!
You can quietly whisper
About beauty and love
And I could possibly have...
But I'll leave it to others
Everyone who didn't,
Didn't want, didn't get used to it
I hope they understand me
And forgive me for this scream
Someone should say it, so let it be us
I'm tired of being silent on my motherland
But my tiredness is despair of a crocked mouse
And it makes stronger and rises me higher
Let's wish good luck and happiness to those who are silent!
But get up, get up off your knees, brother!
It's time to scream.
It's time to scream!