Мы вам не верим [My vam ne verim] [English translation]

We’re just the humans we long for the world

Where we’d not be ashamed in front of our kids anymore

Mom, why d’you shiver while cuddling my fear

Every morning your expectations are the same

That people start killing each other for fun

Prices will rise again higher than the birds can fly

Peacemakers trample flowers in the fields

Wish we never woke up, stayed forever asleep

Wish we never woke up, stayed forever asleep

Wish we never woke up, stayed forever asleep

Wish we never woke up, stayed forever asleep

Wish we never woke up…

We’re just the humans we can take the guilt,

We can be chained or hooked up on a credit

We’re crosses on tombs, statistic of nils

Mom, could you please buy me amitriptyline

Here we are staring at the TV

That spouts a flow of melancholy

As you puppet us, don't you realise

We forgot how to believe in your fucking lies

We don't believe you!

Enough of your lies!

Doors are wide open

Dirt crawls inside!

We’re just the humans and we’d never start

Dropping the bombs on the other towns

Your propaganda can't wash our brains

We are the humans and we’re all the same

We breathe the same, we have blood inside

None of us would blow the underground

Such things are done on our behalf

Against the background of the state flags

Invented state banners and flags…

Invented state banners and flags...

Conditional national signs…

Rags that stink of oil...

We’re just the humans with no faces and names

We’ve been set apart by the gates of boundaries.

We were divided into friends and foes

So that some can reap the benefits more

It was imposed on us that God loves us utmost

Only our country was chosen by the Lord

Impostor leaders tell nothing but lies

If there is a God He must be one for all of us

We don't believe you

Enough of your lies

Doors are wide open

Dirt crawls inside

We’re just the children in bodies of adults

We just want warmth, kindness, and a love

We cry in different languages just to be heard

Ain’t no excuses or reasons for the wars

We’re not tin soldiers to be toyed with

And to be sent to die for your benefits!

Victoriously laid out on plate with black caviar

A heart-tearing cry is let out by Crimea

• Artist:Pornofilmy
• Album:Молодость и панк-рок (2014)