Текст песни М.Д.П. - Смертный сон

The poor workers , unemployed mob ,
Dead outskirts of large cities .
This is my homeland , my homeland This
They kill slowly sinking into sleep.

Drunk kids , prostitute mother
Russian gene pool tramping in the mud .
This is my nation is my nation
He wants to destroy every kind of filth .

If you want to die without a fight ,
So that you mixed with mud and shit ,
Be humble in everything , be obedient in everything ,
Soon you will forget the bitter death bed.