Стадам не нужен дар свободы. Studs do not need the gift of freedom.

My careless ignorance Sly demon outraged And he is my existence With his forever connected. I began to look his eyes My life was given a poor treasure With his obscure words My soul sounded in tune. I looked at the world, I looked clear And marveled in silence; Did he seem to me So majestic and beautiful? What a dreamer young You were looking for what you were striving for, Who is an enthusiastic soul To worship is not ashamed? And I looked at people I saw them arrogant, low, Cruel windy judges Fools, always the villainy of loved ones. Before the fearful crowd Cruel, vain, cold The voice of truth is noble ridiculous, The experience of centuries is in vain. You are right, wise nations, Why freedom free cry! Studs don't need the gift of freedom They should be cut or cut Their inheritance from generation to generation - Yoke with rattles and a scourge! - “Окончится война, всё как-т