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Originally Posted by translated from Russian
Yuri Shevchuk / DDT - Truth on Truth
The country tossed about this night, like a dirty wretch
Exchanging good for evil, like old banknotes for new ones
Tore off - asphalt, when it's on your cheek, like vodka with bitterness
And windows, windows - they were the first to fall
And evil, on its galantine horse, swung its sable
Good - as always, without fists - was shaking its stumps
Pity tried to convince, to help come to senses
But all the faster and more precisely, the cavalry flew
Applause - onto the racetrack, under the starlit cupola
The night released its beasts - and started meowing
And started helloing, was covered in sweat and instantly aged
And started wheezing, got frightened, and stuffed itself
With what god sent - and the devil, devil, devil shoved to them
Ah, he is an old theatric - he loves disguise
The bodies suddenly became giant and hollow
And the drunken shoemaker left only blank tapes for memory
Truth on truth
Faith against the icon
And the earth - against the flowers
This is you, and this is me...
The country tossed about this, this night like a wretch
Sunset - when it's on your cheek, like vodka with bitterness
Fear covered everything with curses, like with sweat - fear walked the city
The night-time sky - it was a machinegun nest; it also resembled somebody's beard
The province yawned deafly, nervously into their TVs
And someone just walked back home and ate scrambled eggs
The corpses breathed quietly, evenly, under the scalpel of the coroner
And somebody already turned about his face in front of the mirror
The country vomited, bent over in half it begged for help -
And help, with a tank in market stalls, crushed vegetables
Applause, encore! - All around, the spectacle roared
Right fired on tragedy - where else will you see this?
The country cried out greasy truth, never understanding essence
The emergency room screamed, howled like a stupid woman, like our last resort
Pensioners with sticks played games against the police
And reporters with checklists - they were treated to newsflashes
The country drank, crossing itself, and screwed around with magicians -
Toothless old hags plodded along, but with their teeth as banners
Yes, the hunger-cook mixed into their soup plenty of gunpowder
Heroes covered, here and there, every rustle with open fire
And justice thought to take somebody's side,
But then decided - as usual, let there be equal death for all
Yes, they died, these windows and these roofs fell first
All bullets here were equal, all the thoughts were right
Applause, encore! - All over roared this spectacle
Right fired on tragedy - where else will you see this?....
...And only in the green room of the church - emptiness, in silence and incense
Where there is cleanliness and simplicity, where there's no barricades of hell
It burned, high above, a fire without smoke
I also got down on my knees, touching this only banner...
Truth on truth
Faith against the icon
And the earth - against the flowers
This is you, and this is me...
The country tossed about last night, like a dirty wretch
The country scraped a shovel against blood, covered with frost
Yes, in the mornings, all the mud, all the puddles reflect the blue
Asphalt - when it's on your cheek, like vodka with bitterness
For memory - photos of pyramids with empty eyesockets of windows
Applause! - A wonderful view, with maple leaves and finches
And the future, which was just born, silently cried
And time just ticked its way along, and the heart tacked...
Truth on truth
Faith against the icon
And the earth - against the flowers
This is you, and this is me
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