Cолнца не видно [Solntsa ne vidno] [English translation]
Cолнца не видно [Solntsa ne vidno] [English translation]
Even sun isn't seen here, they say
That there are only fucking things to get*
We live with our own rhythm
We do things that help us to live*
We are saturated with routine and dust
Here we make reality from tale without sham*
But time whispers - I'll kill you
But we do things that help us to live
Even sun isn't seen here
And subjects are different with positive colourful films
On the boots is dirt mixed with dust and son
Can be saved by forged document, throwing compromising material out in right time
There are a few of people that will save you with their backs
And there is power to just have hope of power
For that dogs in blue clothes we are cattle*
And there aren't a lot of chooses - to be silent or to be killed
Many people dead trying to change something
(They dead) Because of verdict of court or because of killer.
Playings in justice on TV-programmes of Lubimov*
It's naive to think that there is even a little sense of it
An exit isn't seen, I didn't come to elect
It doesn't matter for them if you swear with Constitution or with Bible
They scream about freedom during meetings
But look at country like at firm
And it's not important what city decide - Moscow or Kiev
It's better if you say us how can we live with living wage
What do you pray about in Cathedral of Christ the Saviour?*
In heart of capital are countries of Third world*
Hey, Mister Chief, isn't it sad
That you look at Great Country in despair
But try to treat us with false clever speeches?
I'm glad for us to communicate with you in chat
But now there are carrots and strikes, shoulder straps and seats
We are ready to answer for our rap
And still we aren't wild, still we haven't got high with drugs totally*
We will hold our ground, this is it, Mister Chief
Even sun isn't seen here, they say
That there are only fucking things to get
We live with our own rhythm
We do things that help us to live
We are saturated with routine and dust
Here we make reality from tale without sham
But time whispers - I'll kill you
But we do things that help us to live
We're becoming dead because of smoke of drugs in tiled flats*
We do it so much that even sun isn't seen here
For somebody life is sickly sweet, for another it's anguish
You sleep in home sweetly but somebody goes to work*
Somebody makes a visa to go in America*
But somebody is refugee and lives this way half of life
Somebody runs to police if something starts to go wrong
But still we are here we will try to change something
Right words are important in lyrics
It's easy to cross a line, but how can I look into people's eyes after it
Fill a little glasses of old men with bitter water*
Things that leave after us - it's our truth written in verses
We don't eat thing that they feed us in news programmes with
We have something else in our clocks, not sand.
And if life is like this - we're ready to rick
We are crucified for long time and because of it we aren't afraid of cross
Tzar gives positions to his own people
But people like we play role of serfs here
And it's wrong variant to be waited for re-styling
Or you go in stall humbly or walk in irons
Hey, Mister Chief, isn't crown too tight?
It's spoon of goudron in your honey*
Maybe I'm fool one and 'll break my head against this wall
But I'm not going to eat this damn, this is it...
Even sun isn't seen here, they say
That there are only fucking things to get
We live with our own rhythm
We do things that help us to live
We are saturated with routine and dust
Here we make reality from tale without sham
But time whispers - I'll kill you
But we do things that help us to live
- Artist:Basta