Изменчивые времена (перевод Missile)
Look at me, what have I [bad word] 
I am lost I was once a gentleman
But the thief came out in old London town
So I must leave you now
But I will remember the ups and the downs

Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to the money
Adieu to the [bad word] that think that it's funny
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times

Look at me in the apocalypse
My European guilt, expecting instant fix
I imagine all the [bad word] services
Of ancient infidels
Of all the wounded and the crying witches

Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to the money
Adieu to the [bad word] that think that it's funny
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times

I drove through countries like a marching funeral
In the search of fools and utopias
Along the lonely roads
with all the empty human souls
Filling their heavy hearts
With slum religion and Coca-Cola
Every book is read and I'm paralyzed
Every fist is clenched, but I'm so tired

Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to the money
Adieu to the [bad word] that think that it's funny
I just want to turn the lights on
In these volatile times