Текст песни Сорокалетний отец - Емельян Пугачёв

The killer loses hope that he can kill someone
And to be honest,
It's flattering for the dead.

Here everyone will love their craft, just love it.
Do you need something?
Change your views.

Vladyka looks, fearfully murmuring, through a hole in the worn-out allowances.
He is very scared
Lose your happiness.

And the dead, wanting to get away, stands with himself in the hallway.
He looks quiet and modest,
Through rubbed feet.

He will do what he is supposed to, as he thinks.
Melt in flames
Ice in the cryochamber.

Vladyka B recalled that Vladyka, but nowadays it is completely bad manners.
Loss of control
Shows the will of power.

He may have planned a clear life, did not have time to fully explain.
And people, ignoramuses,
Corrupt hopes

And now he rushes through the dreams of the people, fiercely wasting his last zeal.
Nowadays every inquiring mind
Elysium will do.

A national hero ascended the rostrum, and leads the fools with him.
Will destroy the people
Emelyan Pugachev.