My country broke down. Did you hear that sound?
A sound of destruction, a roar of disaster,
Reckless decisions and riots all around,
Nobody figured what would be thereafter.
We cried out loud “Give us our freedom!
We are fed up with your communist wisdom!
We hate all of your idols, mendacious and fake,
Your restrictions and lies no more we will take.
New future and country without you we will arrange! ”
And The Scorpions inspired us with their “Wind of Change”,
To break the country for which our grandfathers fought
And in Stalingrad’s hell shed their young blood
Where Messerschmitts left their bodies lying in mud,
Though at the time of that battle hardly they thought,
That their grandsons would sell their medals and orders
To tourists in markets for a couple of dollars.
I fell asleep in one country and woke up in another,
I looked around and saw that brother started hating his brother,
I understood on one day that the new life was utopia.
Then it all began: ethnic wars, xenophobia,
Unemployment and crime, prostitution on streets,
Degradation and chaos, bitter tears in the eyes,
Begging in subways, old women and kids,
Stories about democracy, political lies,
Former communist bosses became democrats,
They just took off their communist old-fashioned hats,
Then, stores cluttered with Coca-Cola, fake American jeans,
Novorishis and oligarchs for whom nothing matters and means
But their greed, their luxury and their dirty deeds,
Who don’t care about homeland and about its needs.
Communist tyrants went, new tyrants came to reign,
Under shelter of democracy they ruthlessly plunder
Their country and people. Our hope was in vain:
They fooled us like kids, and we made a blunder
In believing their stories about democracy,
Actually it all was nothing but hypocrisy.
I lost my country, I lost my faith in truth,
This pain will never soothe.
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