Текст песни Артём Дроздов - Несбыточный рай

He diligently advocates peace
Itself is not the world, but the sword.
Enlightened, liberal idol
Tell me who wrote your speech?
By whose pointed, you are silent,
And when you need to open your mouth
And illiterate cattle thumb
None of the obedient people?

Who is behind you behind your back
Controlling your bile?
Do not believe about the world if the war is sick,
You are ready to burn everyone alive.
You are in all open doors,
Oil is pioned there through the edge.
And we are gray cattle if you do not believe
In liberal, unborn paradise.

On the full stomach easy to reflect
In the power of utopian dreams.
You do not bumble when they shoot,
Cocktail from blood, fire and tears.
There are no longer former merit
And even a sorry for all these works.
But everything changes, time flows,
And the kings turned into jesters.