Закладка (Zakladka)

Passers-by faces float by
Polluting the air with words
The country wants to be proud
But doesn't want us
The land thrives with thieves
Every third person shouts: 'I am the messiah'
Russia is packaged behind the garages

Everything will be smooth
The snow will melt, a bookmark will be found

Houses surrounded by houses
Boxes of concrete and flesh
We invented this ourselves
In joy, happiness, love, and care
What didn't work out, won't work out
Seedlings trampled by feet
No one will help anyone
No one asked them to be born as seedlings

Everything will be smooth
The snow will melt, a bookmark will be found