Pour Vous, Pas Peu

Ударь по предателям, Бог!
Воздай, не жалея ни мига,
Всем тем, кто явили порок,
Всем слугам фашистского ига.

It is so difficult to say
If one can follow own way,
If he can face what lies ahead,
If he will live – or live as dead.

Speak with me when it is time –
I will tell you what is prime,
I will tell you what is right,
I shall purify your sight.

Slow down, friend, you’ve worked fine
For endless months staying till nine,
And worked like a caged pet,
Whose health became his crazy bet.

What of me? I’m good, you see,
I am the one, who just broke free,
I am that one, who wants to change
Imperfect world within my range.

When time will come for you to die –
Will you behave like shocked guy,
Or will prefer to keep your silence,
Or rush and cry with hate and violence?

So, you were born, a helpless man,
Who was a part of divine plan,

And who would not be understood
By people in his childhood.

Любители навешивать на граждан ярлыки,
От взгляда беспристрастного вы очень далеки!
У вас лишь два деления, и это – «друг» и «враг».
Воззрения справедливого не видите никак.

Вы с рождения, может быть, больны.
Душу в вас ничто уже не гложет.
По домам хоть сядьте для страны.
Пусть вас мир снаружи не тревожит.