Для нерусских, чтоб понимали о чем речь:
“Enchanted people”
There’s no truth in our house. Who shouts louder is the right one.
An anchorman is a good boy – he’s a seller of illusions.
Right-sectorsexuals, separants, impostors, sutlers are the kings.
They labeled everything. They set my peaceful land on fire with a match.
(Chorus)
Oh, mother, how did it happen? Where is your God?
How come you’re sending me to a war to kill the ones you’ve known for long?
Why do we obey the orders of the kings we didn’t choose?
And what do we kill our relatives for? How afterwards can I explain it to my growing up son? I don’t know…
Brother against brother, son against father… Stabbing in the back, burning down the house, and an ailment is all around – hundreds of hands are applauding.
Foreigners have paid for dances on the graves of our forefathers, and Ivan forgot his roots and has become a victim of enchanted money… against his nature…
Pray, my oldie in a hut, for the outcome:
The enchanted people are looking for a wade in the river of blood.
But the spells will be broken and bad days will be gone and then
All those kings and sirs who set the kins at variance
Will never avoid a fair trial of the judgment day.
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