Gorgorod

"Training Ground" Some jesters hang on a “comic pole” There’s nothing to catch here, don’t give it a second look Rather, look over there, where the victory banner flies A cheerful film just beautifully shot There’s no flattery here, like spots on a white wall And if you see poverty and anger, then the issue lies in you Warm bodies, we are stronger and more complete Blaming the system has now become the lot of swine Such people have targets on their back; well then, begin with yourself Prove you’re not a pig, point out who is a snake Punish the pigs for yourself, for others, community and family, Take revenge for yourself, fellow countryman, if you consider yourself to be a man Forward! Little forces in a fist, we take the rope On the condemned rags, the people yell at the top of their lungs Scaffold and bag, banner of inevitable victory Some jesters hang on a “comic pole” Bitter smoke, someone’s firing ground How many in this valley have been killed for no reason? We will never have a place here, keep that in mind, bro Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap Ayo, motherfucker, bounce Don’t think about the bad You absorbed all of this, like drugs and mother’s milk And you will come back, even if your pockets have become full Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap Smoke in the sky, concrete below it You would have sailed away, but that’s not how it’s done You would have sailed far away Past the shop windows, past the icons Your city is real, not a satire You would have sailed away, but that’s not the place to go to And you, meanwhile, got in too deep Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap These absurd losers are dissatisfied always and with everything A sequence of conversations incessantly goes on in the kitchens The four-eyes denigrates us all over tea and dessert And that means he gets tips for himself from the outside It’s time to talk about them, for the cancer has penetrated Everywhere, poisoning the source, and the sleeves stained With the blood of the enemy are idolized, and the gates would be opened For them by everyone who maligns the world and speaks suspiciously correctly Provocateurs and gang leaders—be on the alert! Having sensed disease, they will bring misfortune to your hearth Rebellion, war and pestilence, discord, bullets, so we are indignant But we don’t lynch the smartasses, and why? Forward! Little forces in a fist, we take the rope On the condemned rags, the people yell at the top of their lungs Scaffold and bag—the sequence of conversations will go silent These absurd losers are dissatisfied always and with everything Bitter smoke, someone’s firing ground How many in this valley have been killed for no reason? We will never have a place here, keep that in mind, bro Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap Ayo, motherfucker, bounce Don’t think about the bad You absorbed all of this, like drugs and mother’s milk And you will come back, even if your pockets have become full Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap Smoke in the sky, concrete below it You would have sailed away, but that’s not how it’s done You would have sailed far away Past the shop windows, past the icons Your city is real, not a satire You would have sailed away, but that’s not the place to go to And you, meanwhile, got in too deep Gorgorod, Gorgorod – home, but a trap