We live in troubled times,
Ours sun want fall and die,
Ours sky was free and clean,
Ours streets was always green.
And now what see you friend?
Free people fight till end.
Wherever you look - law and order,
The mustachioed dad closes the borders.
All the cops are bastards, no exaggeration,
They betrayed their country, their nation.
But the white-red-white flag can’t be hidden,
And free people will sing only the right hymn.
Understand it's time to stop, time to leave,
There are too many of you, people find it hard to breathe.
Just get on a plane and fly away somewhere,
And we’ll learn to live without you now and here.
We live in troubled times...
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