РЭП [Rap] [English translation]

Whoever you are

Don't think much of yourself

Your freedom is a ring of steel

A pacifier forced in the baby's throat

Sore taste of enamel cracked on teeth

Your freedom is a sip of water

For the ability to breath, to beg pardon

Skin birched down from the back

To the nakedness of heartbeating

Freedom of hands tied with sticky tape

Freedom to feel pity for yourself

Of dark resentment, suppressed wail

Rotting rage of youth

Freedom to be dead without any reason

Clanking with a shell of fired cartridge

Freedom that became a furrow of wrinkles

Bent by deepness of the bow

MY MOVEMENT - RESISTANCE

MY MOVEMENT - RESISTANCE

Are you that who screamed - I'm free?

Without realizing the foolishness of the words

I saw you and those uglies

With spikes of nipples sticking out

I feel deathly smell of the impersonality

It is shifting from foot to foot as crowds

The monster of slavery with crap on it's limbs

Will brake as a porcelain pig

When just anybody, even one

Will become tired of the pain of the constrained soul

he freedom twisted into serpentine

Will stretch as string of the will

And let it be just a step

Of a body straightened by the pride

Hatred crumpled into the fist

To yourself

Without limit

MY MOVEMENT - RESISTANCE

MY MOVEMENT - RESISTANCE