My Fatherland Life is taking on a taste like a fruit Son is very much into his father Doesn't want to follow the same path Because it's a very miserable option From a boy, a man grew up On the heart, not a single scar Joint burns to a whistle My Fatherland Feel this pain, feel this cold Hungry street Waiting for a miracle, where is God There is a war Another God, another turn Like a good stove My people are always with me Feel this pain, feel this cold Hungry street Waiting for a miracle, where is God There is a war Another God, another turn Like a good stove My people are always with me S to P to Z The snow is falling Snow is falling Snow is falling It's all white Kids are waking up Stealing money from the mother Drugs are heavy as a sin What's next? When everything will be lost Copper and copper Will pour out I know what is a game Don't be a dragon, don't be an enemy You are the master before you fall Open the parachute, hold on tight, hold on to the rules There is no code in today's times There is no hierarchy like in old books There is not much left of man in man I reach for what I want without fear I would learn not to go back Every fall hurts me I will find the way Hell is frozen, I took his fire Where are you, where? I ask God Is war enough for us? Help us, please Balls and knives, poverty and pathos It's easy to be a lunatic, oh no Run for a lettuce, a marathon of ashes Everyone lies here like a sea every day Feel this pain, feel this cold The street is hungry I'm waiting for a miracle, where is God? There is a war Another God, another screw Like a good stove My people are always with me Feel this pain, feel this cold The street is hungry I'm waiting for a miracle, where is God? There is a war Another God, another screw Like a good stove My people are always with me