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