гори гори гори [gori gori gori] [English translation]
гори гори гори [gori gori gori] [English translation]
Alas, the statistics do not lie
Forms and cadastres
Bad numbers, a hard year
But I sing in vain
I swap the fabric for the tinfoil
On the webcam put on a band-aid
Wherever you could spit, wherever you could look —
The state is everywhere
Gray-haired in couture jeans
Absurdity, caricature
How funny... in a multicultural country
Culture ended
And the light went out, and the coffin is ready
And I feel cloud-sad
In the country of Yesenin's verses
Art ended
Now only ashes lie here
No matter how you turn, how you search — not a soul
Burn burn, my country
Don't extinguish it, oh, don't extinguish, don't extinguish
Piano in the city park
Is very-very out-of-tune
And someone scary presses on it
A flat blacker than the night
And in a black hoodie there roams
A Provincial Banksy
Sprays verses in the corners —
Words from this song
Blackens the rap of the metropolitan parties
And the northern outskirts
And in a black robe, I pray
And the god hears my amen
And the god sees the shining cross
But I know, he won’t help
Because there are too few white spots
On my black skin
Now only ashes lie here
No matter how you turn, how you search — not a soul
Burn burn, my country
Don't extinguish it, oh, don't extinguish, don't extinguish
Now only ashes lie here
No matter how you turn, how you search — not a soul
Burn burn, my country
Don't extinguish it, oh, don't extinguish, don't extinguish
- Artist:Monetochka