Prisoners of conscience, victims of youth
Those about whom they will not show the news
Those who are not afraid of this breakneck speed,
Lord, help me, we stand at the precipice
I am Citizen R, and who are you?
Weakling as all or just a passerby,
That is, without raising his head,
Confident that nothing can be changed.
I am Citizen R., and who are you?
Plow for a piece of bread and a glass of water,
Do you want to stay away from the war,
But just who, if not you, who if not us?
I have seen how people have changed for the sake of a warm place,
Large rooms and comfortable chairs
Very quickly forced to forget about the honesty
And that was important,
more interesting
How did all this got a show:
Everything is stable, quiet, power vertical.
Where are you real, strong-willed?
Sold, given up, shut their mouths?
Have lost faith that God forgot
With spetssignalami on spetsdorogam
They scoff at the poor and drunk people.
People silent, although the enemy is at the door.
We are a gray mass, dull and cattle herd
Talk and explain to us nothing else,
Our task is to watch the fireworks and parades,
And in the morning, suffocated by the stench.
I am Citizen R., and who are you?
Weakling as all or just a passerby,
That is, without raising his head,
Confident that nothing can be changed.
I am Citizen R., and who are you?
Plow behind a piece of bread and a glass of water
Вы будете править и вам будут служить берите власть из моих рук, я дам коды правления простым людям!
masurec250 8 months ago
@masurec250 :))) !!!!!
sotskywar 8 months ago