Via uzhas_sovka. Как справедливо замечает нам current music, I have become a prisoner of my country's dread. My own land's fear has overtaken me. Hungry and tired I've searched this landscape, but my country's become a prison. So, goodbye, great nation! Though I was born in your lush pastures, I will not regret your passing. I will not miss your violence. I will not miss your attachment to the one lonely idea which hangs before you like a crown.