Lyrics марта турлакова - дно лживости

I didn't respect motherhood in my life
I was not touched by the good in the eyes of people
but know for sure, sincere disgusting,
I adored to the marrow of my bones

oh, what a feeling, I see a thought in myself,
when I look at the wondrous violence among souls,
as if Bishop had settled in his arms!
Bishop himself, yes, writes the sonnet "Seven Billion Klush".

violence, criticism, outrage.
and they shout to me "look for love, look there"
Why do I need this joy, everything is unclean.
what is more honest than anger in this world, gentlemen?

what is so brighter, so unquenchable,
what moves the heart from small to large.
happiness didn’t make me unstoppable
insanely ingenious bit
in the face of unfortunate geniuses?

only in honesty can I find rapture
and I see honesty in black elderberry hearts
all meanness, filth is an adventure
and a life-long path that crashes

but even so, then you say
what would a giving birth sow cost
and, unhappy, unfortunate children,
all because those who lived in a lie.

the truth is better, how terrible
will be heard by every ear, by every mouth,
let them be young and old, everyone will say
albeit abusive, albeit cultural, but about the bottom.

bottom of deceit.