Текст песни Фагот - Пуля-статья

The firing squads have faded into oblivion—husbands will live on;
Their sons will not grow up as orphans.
No kin will now dare to seek vendetta;
The eternal feast for flocks of crows has been cancelled.
Economic growth is visible day by day—
So why, then, is there so much whining all around?
Is it because of how the "princes" divvy up the fish among us all?
Meat for their dinner; for our lunch—mere scales.
Yet you envisioned a different life for yourself;
At night you cannot close your eyes; a serpent strangles your heart.
You long to be heard amidst this whirlwind of lies;
You dashed into the night across the ice—only to find an open lead.
They will resuscitate you, warm you up, and finally hear you out—
But the answer to it all is a bench behind bars.
In this Garden of Eden, you are a dangerous aphid;
Tomorrow, your fate will be decided by a "bullet-article."
A "bullet-article" for you and for me;
A "bullet-article"—an unenviable lot.
Do you wish to scream in broad daylight?
Look closely—a "bullet-article" might already be flying your way.

Their only aim is to cover their needs—solely through raw resource extraction—
And to subdue their enemies, keeping everyone in line at gunpoint.
The whole country is like a barracks; its borders serve as barricades.
The words of childhood songs ring true: "a cannon aimed at a sparrow."
Missile silos—mere cardboard boxes—await the arrival of fire;
Their vaunted "nuclear shield" is but a flimsy cover for a spear.
If war breaks out tomorrow, by the day after—it’s a draw.
The whole planet reduced to dust: burn, blaze away, you flames!
But the "bullet-article" is for you and for me;
A "bullet-article"—an unenviable lot.
Do you wish to scream in broad daylight?
Look closely—a "bullet-article" might already be flying your way.

But you bade farewell—with a spit—to your former self;
You returned home, yet your family did not recognize you.
Every rustle is a signal; a trap lies just around the corner.
Sharing these same walls with you—they can no longer truly live.
The path of revolution... Stepping aside to make way for the young...
You are out of the game now; yet nothing that was done was in vain.
No work, no life—even your friends have turned away.
With this bullet in your chest, you are no better than a worm.
For that bullet is a criminal statute—aimed at both you and me.
The bullet of the law—an unenviable fate.
You want to scream out in the middle of the day?
Look closely—the bullet of the law might already be flying your way.
The bullet of the law—aimed at both you and me.
The bullet of the law—an inescapable fate.
You’d best run now—for beyond this point lies only the grave...
That is, if the bullet of the law hasn't already knocked you off your feet.