Дудки

Horns singing in my head .
   I'm in the clouds : lu -li- lu .
   A LIVE - populated city slickers ENEMIES -
   This is not to my liking .
   As currently understood ,
   Where are looking bosses ?
   Purposefully brains filled in ,
   It's more than our nerve .

   There is something to be proud
   With someone to emulate :
   My grandfather was burned in Stalingrad.
   Father hunky built houses ,
   For work submitted for the award .
 
   I - an honest man,
   There are millions ,
   We are proud of our Fatherland .
   But feel skin
   As we poison ,
   Barely parted with infancy .

Etc. . Oh --- oh, where is my song?
    I slowly shifted .
    Need to resist cultural terror -
    Malice crowded.

   Mom fed me milk,
   Sleep until the morning : bye -bye .
   Grow up, on the ground , Go
   Full length ,
   Be proud , not vegetate .
   The burning sun , wind, persecuted ,
   Where is my song , answer ?
   'll Carry in her throat
   Morning to the Executive Committee -
   No more urine endure.
   Let him explain , to when is the
   WILL brazenly Kartavykh screen?
   What I read, what I swallow ?
   Let me bandage the wound.

  Etc. . Oh --- oh, where is my song?
    I slowly shifted .
    Need to resist cultural terror -
    Malice crowded.
    Oh --- oh, where is my song?
    How long can look for?
    Need to resist cultural terror
    Enough to drag us around by the nose .
    Oh --- oh, where is my song?
    How long can look for?
    NEED FOR CULTURAL REBUFF TERROR ,
    Enough brains to fill !