Praslovan [English translation]

CHORUS

Who did, oh Proto-Slav, teach you to swim

So you could swim over that Russian river

And settle in my genes

Hords of Slavic blood over the river through the days

In front go tribal chiefs and managers,

Behind them whores, the youth, the pensioners

Sexually powerful, very healthy

They came with ancient treasures of the steppes

After a hundred generations of able housewives

And then, according to all regulations,

Fucked up for us everything

That could be fucked up

Directedly educated, each morning going to work through the days

In front go graves and orphans,

Behind them dead fish and dead dogs

We are conceived without pigment,

Modern slush of concrete, we multiply

Crucified, castrated, goose-stepping

So that we will, according to all regulations,

Fuck up everything

That can be fucked up