To pieces
was splitted the crown,
State was over, throne.
All life, Russia, laws -
To hell gone!
And we -
As if from the holes,
As if the thieves - prisoned, holded, -
Only blood is mixed with shame
Ignominiously.

And we
Are vanished in understanding -
With whom - to fight, with whom - to stay,
Who is - for us,
who’s - against,
Whom we shoud fear...
Where’s the way? Where is the spirit? The honour? The shame?
Where are our friends,
Where are the aliens?
How did we get this state,
Russia - isn’t worth to betray

Shame
To all those, who likes the silence,
Those, who are sunk in the doubts
Whether he could kill or not
Either!
A call!
As wolves, as bulls,
As a kite, pouncing on prey -
Let’s call the crows
To have a feast this day!

Hey you!
Where is your former firmness?
Where is our former pride?
To rest now is - the wrong going!
And hand is a holding a gun!
The end! Everything has come To the end!
Every thing was broken, destroyed.
And we have the lesser choice -
To shoot either in temple
or in foe.