My God
For how many years have I been walking
And I haven't made a single step
My God
For how many days have I been looking
For what is always with me
For how many years have I been chewing
Instead of bread on raw love
How many lives at my temple
Does a burnished steel shaft spit
The long-awaited vastness
Black headlights in the neighboring yard
Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth
How many times did my head
Roll off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is
Motherland
I'm going to the Motherland
Let them shout it's ugly
But we like it all the same
So it's not a beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
.
Hey, boss !
My God
How much truth in the eyes of the government whores
How much faith in the hands of the fired executioners
Please don't let them roll up their sleeves again
Please don't let them roll up the sleeves
Of eventful nights
Black headlights in the neighboring yard
Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth
How many times did my head
Roll off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is
Motherland
I'm going to the Motherland
Let them shout it's ugly
But we like it all the same
A sleeping beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
.
Hey, boss!
From under black shirts bursts a red rooster
From under kind czars marmalade pours into mouths
Never has this world had room for both
Father was our god, and our devil
Motherland,
I'm going to the Motherland
Let them shout it's ugly
But we like it all the same
A sleeping beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la
.
Heeeey, boss!
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My God
For how many years have I been walking
And I haven't made a single step
My God
For how many days have I been looking
For what is always with me
For how many years have I been chewing
Instead of bread on raw love
How many lives at my temple
Does a burnished steel shaft spit
The long-awaited vastness
Black headlights in the neighboring yard
Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth
How many times did my head
Roll off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is
Motherland
I'm going to the Motherland
Let them shout it's ugly
But we like it all the same
So it's not a beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la .
Hey, boss !
My God
How much truth in the eyes of the government whores
How much faith in the hands of the fired executioners
Please don't let them roll up their sleeves again
Please don't let them roll up the sleeves
Of eventful nights
Black headlights in the neighboring yard
Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth
How many times did my head
Roll off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is
Motherland
I'm going to the Motherland
Let them shout it's ugly
But we like it all the same
A sleeping beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la .
Hey, boss!
From under black shirts bursts a red rooster
From under kind czars marmalade pours into mouths
Never has this world had room for both
Father was our god, and our devil
Motherland,
I'm going to the Motherland
Let them shout it's ugly
But we like it all the same
A sleeping beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la .
Heeeey, boss!
For how many years have I been walking
And I haven't made a single step
My God
For how many days have I been looking
For what is always with me
For how many years have I been chewing
Instead of bread on raw love
How many lives at my temple
Does a burnished steel shaft spit
The long-awaited vastness
Black headlights in the neighboring yard
Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth
How many times did my head
Roll off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is
Motherland
I'm going to the Motherland
Let them shout it's ugly
But we like it all the same
So it's not a beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la .
Hey, boss !
My God
How much truth in the eyes of the government whores
How much faith in the hands of the fired executioners
Please don't let them roll up their sleeves again
Please don't let them roll up the sleeves
Of eventful nights
Black headlights in the neighboring yard
Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth
How many times did my head
Roll off the overflowing guillotine
And flew here, where is
Motherland
I'm going to the Motherland
Let them shout it's ugly
But we like it all the same
A sleeping beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la .
Hey, boss!
From under black shirts bursts a red rooster
From under kind czars marmalade pours into mouths
Never has this world had room for both
Father was our god, and our devil
Motherland,
I'm going to the Motherland
Let them shout it's ugly
But we like it all the same
A sleeping beauty
So trustful to scum, but to us
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la .
Heeeey, boss!