When you stand by a hungry wall Kogda ty stoish' u golodnoj steny, When a noose shines in place of the sun Kogda vmesto solntsa sverkaet petlya, When you see night in your own eyes Kogda ty uvidish' v glazah svoih noch', When your hands are ready for peril Kogda tvoi ruki gotovy k bede, When birds are teething early in the spring Kogda rezhutsya ptitsy rannej vesnoj, When a storm boils over the soul Kogda nad dushoj vskipaet groza, When untruth croaks of betrayal Kogda o predatel'stve karkaet lozh', And brakes screech of love Kogda o lyubvi vizzhat tormoza.
When those, in whom you believed, have gone far away A te, v kogo veril, ushli daleko, And their movements cannot be perceived I dvizheniya ih ne vidny. And at a dank and ungodly hour some wretched scum I v promozgluyu ran' podzabornaya dryan' Engraves into your chest Vyrezaet tebe na grudi The premonition of a civil war Predchuvstvie Grazhdanskoj vojny.
When clouds are below the knees Kogda oblaka nizhe kolen, When on the teeth are chunks of the tongue Kogda na zubah kuski yazyka, When the nation votes for blood Kogda natsional'nost' golosuet za krov', When loneliness burns you down to a crisp Kogda odinochestvo vyzhzhet dotla, When the word "faith" feels like a knife Kogda slovo "Vera" pohozhe na nozh, When books and bells melt Kogda plavyatsya knigi da kolokola, When suicide is the most honorable thing Kogda samoubijstvo chestnee vsego, When instead of rhythm there is only anxious trembling Kogda vmesto ritma nervnaya drozh'.
And in a shining temple spirits of the saints I v siyayuschem hrame liki svyatyh Are telling you that the church is not you Tebe govoryat, chto tserkov' - ne ty. Why do you sing when instead of death Chto ty poesh' kogda u tebya You have only obscene dreams? Vmesto smerti pohabnye sny. The premonition of a civil war Predchuvstvie Grazhdanskoj vojny.
When black wind tears at the sails Kogda chernyj veter rvet parusa, Light of projectors spits pain in the face Svet v prozhektorah plyuetsya bol'yu v litso. Revolution without victims is a worthless lie Revolyutsiya bez zhertv - nichtozhnaya lozh'. Hear the bleating hearts of those who are fleas Slyshish', bleyut serdtsa u teh, kto vosh'. When Nature bursts and boiling filth Kogda lopnet priroda i kipyaschaya dryan' Sets aflame the skies that are plummeting down Zazhzhet nebesa, letyaschie vniz. Anti-Utopia on a rusted horse A antiutopiya na rzhavom kone Will hide the graves, tired of waiting Skroet mogily ustavshih zhdat'.
When the word "music" is… Kogda slovo muzyka eto... When the word "music" is… Kogda slovo muzyka eto... Premonition Predchuvstvie!