SUNLESS SKIES

Even the Sun is invisible here,

They say «No [bad word] catch»,

But we are mixing our fear,

Which helps us not to fetch up.

We are getting busy and dusty, 

Helpless in making real a fairy tale,

And time whispers «I'll kill you»,

But this mix helps us not to fail. 

Even the Sun is invisible here,

 Daily scripts are far from colourful movie line.

Dust and [bad word] [bad word] gear,

And my son can be saved, if I drop pot in time.

Few would cover my back in need.

The strength is in [bad word] your own grit.

For uniformed [bad word] we are just trash,

And the choice is to shut up or die.

Many who tried to change it, vanished

By a killer's bullet or a verdict of lie.

In talk-shows justice is pretended,

It is naive to [bad word] in a successful try.

No way out, and no point in elections turnout,

Since they don't care, on what to swear – Constitution or Bible.

They are shouting «freedom» at street actions,

Treating the coutry like [bad word] bringing them profit,

And I don't care, which city, Moscow or Kiev, has a say.

Better tell me how to live on the minimal wage [bad word] 

What are you praying for in the the temple of Saviour,

In the heart of the Third World coutries's capital?

Hey, Mister Boss, it is so sad to see

This power suffering from despair.

It is then useless to salve us with wise speaches,

We would prefer chatting with you on-line or on air.

Meanwhile, there are straps and stamps, carrots and sticks, 

And the Rap itself, and we take the rap for it.

As long as we havn't [bad word] wild junkies in a final fix,

We'll be stressing our point, Mister Boss, that's it.

Even the Sun is invisible here,

They say «No [bad word] catch»,

But we are mixing our fear,

Which helps us not to fetch up.

We are getting busy and dusty, 

Helpless in making real a fairy tale,

And time whispers «I'll kill you»,

But this mix helps us not to fail. 

Smoking [bad word] and drinking pu'er in bricks,

We go so high that the Sun is invisible,

For some guys life is sugar, for others - torture in a brig.

You are sleeping at home, but for somebody HS ward is feasible.

Someone is fixing a visa to flee overseas,

While others are hiding there for half of their life.

There are those who call cops at once,

But we are still here and try to bring about some change.

 straight talk is important in texts.

Is it easy to cross the line, but then how to look people in the eyes?

Pour me, old pal, some vodka in the glass,

All that will remain after us, this is our [bad word] in rhymes.

We do not swallow staff in the news,

Our  time is not measured by a sand-glass.

And if it's [bad word]  we will take the risks,

We were [bad word] long ago, that is why we don't fear the cross.

Tzar places his people to important spots,

And folks like us stay here as serfs.

Waiting for restyling is not an option.

Either you stay in stalls or hitch in shackles.

Hey, Mister Boss, is'nt your crown too tight?

This is a fly in your fake ointment.

Maybe I'm idiot and will break my neck,

But I won' admit this [bad word]  that's it.