Про дурачка [Pro durachka] [English translation]

Death roams the streets, carrying blinis upon a small dish

Whomever shall venture forth - shall come to pass

She touches him on the shoulder, and kisses him deeply

The pennies, they fly away from his chest.

The simpleton wanders through the forest,

He searches for a stooge flightier than himself

The gears, they are whirling inside my head

My head is drenched in an armour-piercing deluge

The mercury shot up, as my hand clenched into a fist, and drew back

Yes only the sign of The Cross on my chest, my last visage - a coin

This simpleton wanders through the world,

Seeking a stooge more witless than myself

Today I've bought a bunch of balloons

With them I'll fly over this wonderous land

I'll swallow up some fluff, and dive into the ground,

And to all questions, I will answer "Ever Living"

This simpleton roams across the heavens

Scanning for a stooge more light-headed than myself

This simpleton roams across the heavens,

Scanning for a stooge more light-headed than myself

The good sun shone both night and day

There are no atheists in foxholes when under fire

The unseeing will make the grade, the petty will prevail

Could you have ever envisioned such a thing?

This simpleton wanders through the forest,

Searching for a stooge flightier than myself

This simpleton wanders through the forest,

Searching for a stooge flightier than myself