Скажи мне, друг детства, Устал ты от бегства?...

Tell me, childhood friend,
Are you tired of running away?
After all, it is true that we all
Alien crops ...

Tell me, comrade,
What will be from the cemeteries
After all, it is true that soon
Everyone will live in the holes

Tell me, great-great-grandfather,
Who rules us here?
Beating overboard,
We are to God, but to hell

You see what we even talk about
Lalalala la lalalala la
Do you hear those we are more
Lalalala la lalalala la

You go where we are unlikely
Lalalala la lalalala la
You know that, but ......