Родина [Rodina] [English translation]

Shoot me like a prodigal son

I am ready to go to the ends of the Earth with my love for you

Punch me in the face until it's deformed

I am tired of wandering around.

I only ask one thing for that

To turn off the blasting noise for a while.

I find places that are precious to my heart

In the beautiful songs of nightingales.

Sweet home - an abandoned railroad car in the field,

I can't hold back my tears when I see pictures of birch trees.

You are mine to the last ruble,

It's impossible to prohibit to unconditionally love your homeland.

A concrete Faberge egg is risen

Surrounded by a circle of garages.

The bluebird of happiness constantly demands sacrifice

And waits for the slaughter of the goat.

There is grief all over his face

His bed is laid among thorn bushes

Please tell me why the Evil Empire

Is onto me, I am trying to understand.

Sweet home - an abandoned railroad car in the field,

I can't hold back my tears when I see pictures of birch trees.

You are mine to the last ruble,

It's impossible to prohibit to unconditionally love your homeland.