Клетка [Kletka] [English translation]

Not steel, not tin, not stand and not sit,

On our city - net has been kicked,

Terrifies shade, afflicted spirit,

And out of cage you won't move a step.

When world's falling into abyss,

They tear off our parachute.

Only one thing is pleasing me -

I notice this myself.

The world's shimmering, the wolves are playing,

For our cage – our debts.

Hindsight and stake, all races' people -

They're already shooting at you.

When world's falling into abyss,

They tear off our parachute.

Only one thing is pleasing me -

I notice this myself.

The world is deaf, you can hardly breathe,

Some other's lie takes truth under the knife.

Whichever answer – an open secret,

Our miseries make world's spirit full.

• Artist:Kukryniksy