Street Poet - Россия (English subtitles)

Nevertheless, I love my motherland!
Oh, you say «Patriot» -the main Russian idea, Dostoevsky
The Power! But where is your motherland, son?
Gorbachev has turned it over to Americans, To hang out in style.
And then your motherland Has lost two wars and the Crimea, has betrayed Russian people In the Baltic States, has betrayed Serbs on Balkans.
The motherland, today it is where your butt is comfortable And you know it better!
This is Russia; here all mouths are sealed up
You`d better be quiet, otherwise they`ll meet you at night
However, it`s your call, I go out at night
The strong ones come out, there is no place for weak ones
One steals at night, one lives bad life
one drinks hard,Others live luxurious life
This is Russia? Yeah, this is Russia!
He works hard without staining his soul, He is an ordinary man, he hurries to his work,
He works in three shifts by the sweat of his brow
To help his family with the income
Though his bosses are three fat freaks, They count money, scratching their bellys
It happens everywhere! Just make a decision, who you actually are?
And everybody repeats, you should be strong, because this is Russia!
And everybody says you should try to keep a low profile, Because you are not The Rescuer.
Hey, guys, the icons are crying in the temples! Hey, guys, look how live young mothers live!
They give birth in young age, considering it as a norm, They drink and smoke, that`s usual for them.
They became prostitutes at the age of 14, Considering accidental sex as a joke.
They drink heavily in crummy joints, They come home in the morning, moving hardly .
They don`t refuse to buy drugs, that every jackal offers, At first not for cash, but may be for sex.
He has sold his soul to Devil. Didn`t you know? I sense them, their grins betray them.
After trying drugs, he got to the bottom. And now he tryes to lead there those, who are weak and young.
It`s creepy to imagine the future of our children.Look, just take your choice, I doubt whether I will reach out to you with my words. Your future is up to you
You’d better stop being up in the clouds, Leave your fear in the yards, Open your eyes and you will see the destruction.
I am for the freedom, when your eyes are burning, I spit at the idiots, who are fooling about in their texts, So, are you for me or you would like to remain in the shadow?
I put deep sense into these true words
I`m not famous, but local characters will learn about me. You have fiesta, and I write my texts at night
This place is cramped for me, and I am tired of flattery, The whole life resembles a play. I`m direct, my words are honest.
I can put everyone into his place. I`m not waiting for the fame, it`s doubtful, that I will be famous.
I just drink much tea at night and train myself, I`m just following my dream, I enjoy my life.
And everybody repeats, you should be strong, because this is Russia! And everybody says you should try to keep a low profile, Because you are not The Rescuer.
Hey, guys, the icons are crying in the temples! Hey, guys, look how live young mothers live!
They give birth in young age, considering it as a norm,They drink and smoke, that`s usual for them.
Open your eyes , just see the reality!