As Isaiah said we must pay for life
It’s a yoke, my friend, it’s a constant strife
In this dusty words there’s a wisdom deep
Man is born to mourn, man is born to weep

We must get success, we must be OK
Do not harmful thing, yet pursue our way
We beget them kids, we beseech good jobs
We believe in lies, then the bottom drops

Raise your candle high, spread the holy cloth
Ask good Adonai who deserves His wrath
Meek and humble wait till the answer comes
Wait for all your life, for you live just once

Light will shine one day as the Prophets said
And we’ll see again where the Scriptures led
But till freedom comes dearly pay we must
In an endless chain we all turn to dust

*Валерий Комиссаров
**PUSHKING