Цирюльня им.Котовского - Why do you?

Let me ask you a question 
About year generation 
Which is so strange confession 
That wishes itself too die 
I think, you have no reason 

To change your mind per season 
I guess your happy faces 
It's all the fucking lie 

Chorus: 
Colour people immigration 
Dirty culture occupation 
Why do you want to become... 
Want to become fucking scum? 

Look up, whose way you follow 
Their skin is ugly colour 
Or maybe you forgot, that you're 
An European man. 
You listen to their music, 
You don't know, what you're loosing 
They kick in shit your soul 
they get destroyed your train 

Chorus: 
Let me ask you a question 
About year generation 
Where is your fucking honour? 
Where is your fucking pride? 

Maybe, it's only my view 
I cannot realize you. 
How can you live so happy. 
With nigger soul inside?