I must go on standing 
You can't break that which isn't yours 
I, oh, must go on standing 
I'm not my own, it's not my choice 

Be afraid of the lame 
They'll inherit your legs 
Be afraid of the old 
They'll inherit your souls 
Be afraid of the cold 
They'll inherit your blood 
Apres moi, le deluge 
After [bad word] the flood 

I must go on standing 
You can't break that which isn't yours 
I, oh, must go on standing 
I'm not my own, it's not my choice 

Be afraid of the lame 
They'll inherit your legs 
Be afraid of the old 
They'll inherit your souls 
Be afraid of the cold 
They'll inherit your blood 
Apres moi, le deluge 
After [bad word] the flood 

Be afraid of the lame 
They'll inherit your legs 
Be afraid of the old 
They'll inherit your souls 
Be afraid of the cold 
They'll inherit your blood 
Apres moi, le deluge 
After me the flood 

Февраль, достать чернила плакать,
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною черною горит.

Февраль, достать чернила плакать,
Писать о феврале навзрыд,
Пока грохочущая слякоть
Весною черною горит.

Be afraid of the lame 
They'll inherit your legs 
Be afraid of the old 
They'll inherit your souls 
Be afraid of the cold 
They'll inherit your blood 
Apres moi, le deluge 
After [bad word] the flood 

I must go on standing 
You can't break that which isn't yours 
I, oh, must go on standing 
I'm not my own, it's not my choice 

I must go on standing 
You can't break that which isn't yours 
I, oh, must go on standing 
I'm not my own, it's not my choice