Если меня не застрелят в переулках латинской америки...

If they don’t shoot me in the alleys of Latin America
not strangled in an African province
from the fact that my skin is too white
do not get drunk teenagers in a posh car in San Fran
will not poison an unexpected drinking buddy in Mexico
for ten dollars
will not be beaten to death for naivety and insolence
if my own blood does not become hard as alps
if the last of thirty thousand cigarettes doesn't kill me
if I don’t freeze on the track on a February night
under the bridge over the nameless river
then I swear vow
live long and happy
and die in one day
with you (Alexander Kaftanov)