Sputnik [English translation]

Hate, hate, it's my backyard

We took from this hoods whore her skirt hem

Fucking national debt and Chechen tents

It's not my problem

Leave, leave, rotten through, emergency, emergency

There is no hole to where I could escape from this bad feeling

Transparency required by an higher authority

Roots are rotten, the tree top has decayed

I can't recognize the old gouva(?) even though

in the background there is a scenery, a place known from a painting

Balalaika and to the armpit sweat maikka(?)

Whole front row only gold teeth

(Russian) so what?

What, what, east where pages are sprouting

Valid, their whole life miserable

2x[Chorus]

Don't cry Vladimir

Full of bone is your skull too

Stop, SOS, and market tango

Sputnik is a tinfoil ball

flop

From some string have these nets been crocheted

Sound, from it's province wrangled sets

I have on my most badass sunglasses

Thugs, uksit(?) and killer jets

I wish Olli was karkis(?), that'd be like candy

I back up my minibus in to the parkingspot sideways

There is no such thing as unbribable druggie

Shortage didn't go from Strömsö to [unintelligible]

Fur clothes, foxes of silver

Fast trucks, blind militia

Toffees are really sweet and homes dead dead

Holes in your own koneis(?) when you OD from Stolitshnaja-vodka

Put out, put in

It makes my mom mad, and probably many others' too

Make serious notice macabre

I am R backwards

[Chorus]