Бурьян породил бурьян [Bur'yan porodil bur'yan] [English translation]

Those who didn’t agree were going to a shooting range to be targets,

For each one the wall was ready.

The surrounding world and the academician – Comrade Trophim Lysenko tought us to betray.

And the drunkard is worn out from lies,

He was waiting a miracle from earth and sky,

But tall weeds begot tall weeds,

But tall weeds couldn’t give white bread.

Tall weeds begot tall weeds.

Those, who were beating us, like ultimate enemies

Today they changed the cane with tambourine.

At the moment their look isn’t so severe,

Now it’s possible, now they don’t decapitate.

Dumb with the fetters,

I can hardly learn to move my hands,

But wolves beget wolves,

A wolf-cub won’t become a stag.

Tall weeds begot tall weeds.

Tunder went away again,

The scenery got dumb, the sounds trailed away,

And right then all, who were always "For"

Raised their hands up at a command.

If you’re able go find out,

Who’s with you till the end, and who’s only biside.

Worms beget only worms,

Worm will never grow up a proud falcon.

Tall weeds begot tall weeds.

Glory to labour...