Пора орать [Pora oratʹ] [English translation]

To hell with sorrow

And fair sadness

To mutter through my teeth

That I'm not afraid

To pull the grenade pin

And I don't care what happens then

I'm so tired

Of being treated like a cattle

Here they measure your rights by the size of your wallet

I'm tired of being a slave on my motherland

But my tiredness is despair of a crocked mouse

And it makes me stronger and rises me higher

Let's wish good luck and happiness to those who are silent!

But get up, get up off your knees, brother!

It's time to scream.

It's time to scream!

You can quietly whisper

About beauty and love

And I could possibly have...

But I'll leave it to others

Everyone who didn't,

Didn't want, didn't get used to it

I hope they understand me

And forgive me for this scream

Someone should say it, so let it be us

I'm tired of being silent on my motherland

But my tiredness is despair of a crocked mouse

And it makes stronger and rises me higher

Let's wish good luck and happiness to those who are silent!

But get up, get up off your knees, brother!

It's time to scream.

It's time to scream!

• Artist:Lumen