My God Bozhe, skol'ko let ya idu, no ne sdelal i shag. For how many years have I been walking Bozhe, skol'ko dnej ya ischu to, chto vechno so mnoj, And I haven't made a single step Skol'ko let ya zhuyu vmesto hleba syruyu lyubov', Skol'ko zhizni v visok mne plyuet Voronenym stvolom dolgozhdannaya da-a-al' !
My God Chernye fary u sosednih vorot, For how many days have I been looking Lyuki, naruchniki, porvannyj rot. For what is always with me Skol'ko raz, pokativshis', moya golova S perepolnennoj plahi letela syuda, gde
For how many years have I been chewing Rodina. Instead of bread on raw love Edu ya na rodinu, Pust' krichat -- urodina, A ona nam nravitsya, Hot' i ne krasavitsa, K svolochi doverchiva, Nu, a k nam -- tra-lya-lya -lya...
How many lives at my temple Bozhe, Does a burnished steel shaft spit - skol'ko pravdy v glazah gosudarstvennyh shlyuh ! The long-awaited vastness Bozhe, skol'ko very v rukah otstavnyh palachej ! Ty ne daj im opyat' zakatat' rukava, Ty ne daj im opyat' zakatat' rukava Suetlivyh nochej.
Black headlights in the neighboring yard Chernye fary u sosednih vorot, Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth Lyuki, naruchniki, porvannyj rot. How many times did my head Skol'ko raz, pokativshis', moya golova Roll off the overflowing guillotine S perepolnennoj plahi letela syuda, gde And flew here, where is -
Motherland Rodina. Edu ya na rodinu, I'm going to the Motherland Pust' krichat -- urodina, Let them shout it's ugly A ona nam nravitsya, But we like it all the same Spyaschaya krasavitsa, So it's not a beauty K svolochi doverchiva, So trustful to scum, but to us - Nu, a k nam -- ... Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…. Hey, boss !
My God Iz-pod chernyh rubah rvetsya krasnyj petuh, How much truth in the eyes of the government whores Iz-pod dobryh tsarej l'etsya v rty marmelad. How much faith in the hands of the fired executioners Nikogda etot mir ne vmeschal v sebe dvuh -- Please don't let them roll up their sleeves again Byl nam bogom otets, nu a chertom -- Please don't let them roll up the sleeves Of eventful nights
Black headlights in the neighboring yard Rodina. Edu ya na rodinu, Hatchways, handcuffs, torn mouth Pust' krichat -- urodina, How many times did my head A ona nam nravitsya, Roll off the overflowing guillotine Spyaschaya krasavitsa, And flew here, where is - K svolochi doverchiva, Nu, a k nam -- ...
Motherland I'm going to the Motherland Let them shout it's ugly But we like it all the same A sleeping beauty So trustful to scum, but to us - Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…. Hey, boss!
From under black shirts bursts a red rooster From under kind czars marmalade pours into mouths Never has this world had room for both - Father was our god, and our devil -
Motherland, I'm going to the Motherland Let them shout it's ugly But we like it all the same A sleeping beauty So trustful to scum, but to us - Tra-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la…. Heeeey, boss!