The world hangs by a hair,
It seems even God is gone.
Banknotes blind a person’s eyes,
By treaties the darkness crawls in.

The soul is for sale, and conscience,
Metastases in the heads and in the churches,
Truth, you are losing consciousness,
Obsessed with money.

Come to your senses, crawl out of your shell,
Let the sky see — you are still alive,
Stop the insatiable ambitions of Rashka.
Show you care, rise against evil!