Текст песни Plastika - Они считают нас...

These people do not care at all,
After them, the deluge .
And who - sable fur
And someone - a bullet in the forehead.
Happy decide the fate of the country ,
At night, sniffing coke and guzzle whiskey .
They were comfortable - around - the walls ,
They have - peace , they - comfort .

Life for them - like a sweet dream
The pearls and brocade .
If there is a reason for it ,
That hire executioners.
They were not sorry servants tip,
Servants will lick the one who gave ,
And desperate to chew throat
For the precious metal , finished ball.

After all, we are for them like ashes.
But their world is magnificent.
And it is not a bit ashamed ,
They think we're cattle !