Сволочи [Svolochi] [English translation]

No love, no sickness, no mercy

No love, no sickness, no mercy

No love, no sickness, no mercy

No love, no sickness, no mercy

They are afraid of neither God nor devil

They have only nicknames their names are erased

They look at you like wolves, ready to jump at you with the whole pack

Each of them is an embittered bastard.

Bastards, though the are only 14

They have seen death but have not seen their parents

Boys bastards are young thiefs

There is ice in there eyes and hearts and (there are) monutains around

Do not show them your back

Everything you have tought can be used against you(can happen to you)

A few month to prepare(them) to the task

Those who won't manage will be finished, the maths here is easy

And no last names, no ranks

Leave the set of deadly knowledge with you

NDA with no statue of limitation

and no love, no sickness, no mercy

No love, no sickness, no mercy

What should I leave to myself?

No love, no sickness, no mercy

No love, no sickness, no mercy

No love, no sickness, no mercy

No love, no sickness, no mercy

What will be left to me but for my memories?

No love, no sickness, no mercy

They call us "bastards"

We are just a group of homeless children

Who are being prepared to be killed in these monutains

But it is better this way than to the colony to plank beds(back to prison for children)

I was not that lucky when I was free

Streets and hunger are everything that happened to me

And now I have a chance to answer for my sins

And whom am I supposed to answer to? To the one in the picture?

We will be thrown to hell not to remember (of us)

And they will teach others like us how to die easilier

It is fine, we will get to the place and will blow ourselves up there

I feel, it was decieded for us that we would never come back

No love, no sickness, no mercy

Leave it, you have no tight to be weak.

There is an order to fullfill the task whatever it takes

Those who won't manage will be finished, the maths here is easy

According to the laws of the wartime

With no right to fail or to insubordinate

This is the last chance when they are allowed

To redeem their fault to Motherland

No love, no sickness, no mercy

What should I leave to myself?

No love, no sickness, no mercy

No love, no sickness, no mercy

No love, no sickness, no mercy

What will be left?

No love, no sickness, no mercy

No love, no sickness, no mercy