Текст песни Татьяна Милимко - Герои распроданы

Poul (15:22:05 21/07/2010)
Through keyholes seen only a fraction of
These gloomy crypts where the hiding power
On faceless head wearing veil
These people spit in the Holy Grail

Under the saddle of democracy - a great nation,
In the hands of the devil is ugly,
He danced on the graves of our forefathers,
Turned the state into the country of fools ...

Heroes are sold out, no one to ask for more
Words as a weapon in their hands - to victory,
History we write, we choose friends -
How to think and how we decide to be also us.

Spider on the shoulder straps, coins on the eyes -
Smile serviceman, you ordered.
Remove objectionable to close all their mouths,
To become tomorrow too objectionable, and you.

Clog the feet of those who could not shut up,
On your knees before the boors who refused to stand up,
Felt defeated and his tail tucked,
Giving orders - cowardly jackal.

Heroes are sold out, no one to ask for more
Fame as a weapon in the hands - until victory,
History we write, we choose friends -
How to think and how we decide to be also us.