Текст песни P.S.7.62 - Право быть человеком

Trampled into the mud of their ancestors former glory
The executioner's lash hits on the back!
Scum on the wreckage of my power
My brothers are put against the wall.

I know it’s not easy to get up from my knees,
But it’s much harder not to stand on them.
Throw pseudo-comfort, not be a prisoner of the walls,
Full chest freedom to breathe fresh air.

No one else, no one can hear
Rule me, point me
Death is not terrible, it is the price of freedom
Alas, living on a chain is not for me.
Etc

I don't want to be a victim of circumstances
And fall at the hands of uninvited guests!
In a common pot, lies are a series of betrayals
Broken lives, ridiculous deaths.

The right to decide what is good and what is bad.
It should belong only to us!
Wait for change, silently endure meekly,
These traits are inherent in slaves!

Think about how and what to spend,
His life is precious days !!!!
Catch a flash of light illuminating the world!
Or aimlessly decompose and rot !!!