Родина [Rodina] [English translation]

God, for how many years have I been walking, and yet I haven't made a single step.

God, for how many days have I been looking for something that's always with me.

For how many years have I been chewing instead of bread on raw love

How many lives at my temple does a burnished steel shaft spit

The long-awaited vastness!

Black headlights in the neighboring yard,

Hatchways, handcuffs, a torn mouth.

How many times did my head rolled off the overflowing guillotine

And flew here, where is

Chorus 1:

Homeland.

I'm going home,

Let them shout it's ugly,

But we like it all the same,

So it's not a beauty,

So trustful to scum, but to us

Well, to us - tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la ...

Hey, boss!...

God, how much truth is there in the eyes of the government whores,

God, how much faith is there in the hands of the fired executioners.

Please, don't let them roll up their sleeves again

Please, don't let them roll up the sleeves

Of eventful nights.

Black headlights in the neighboring yard,

Hatchways, handcuffs, a torn mouth.

How many times did my head rolled off the overflowing guillotine

And flew here, where is

Chorus 2:

Homeland.

I'm going home,

Let them shout its ugly,

But we like it all the same,

So its not a beauty,

So trustful to scum, but to us

Well, to us - tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la ...

Hey, boss!...

From under black shirts bursts a red rooster,

From under kind czars marmalade pours into mouths,

This world could never have room for two:

Father was our god, and our devil.

• Artist:DDT
• Album:Просвистела