Текст песни 4исла - Стадо

Stand in a circle, buggers, moderate your ardor,
I haven't bought the liberal infection yet,
Didn't buy excuses for concentration camps
Didn't buy the judgment of God's ideas.
I didn't curse the land that gave life
Lost us like strangers.
I did not forget the old people and did not give them to the orphanage.
I'm probably a prophet and I like the essence.

Chorus:
Let's not be a flock -
Then you don't need a whip,
You don't need a big fence
And you don't need a shepherd.
Let's think for ourselves
Let's think maturely
Ivans-fools
I'm tired of living!

And with a red-hot iron and a black trunk,
For food and hope, but all for later.
We want to serve, we are born for the future,
We don't need to be taught how to sit at our feet.
We exchange love for a dollar at the rate
We are not a field of miracles, we are a land of fools.
The trade-off between the past and the future is a lie:
What you sow today, you reap tomorrow!