They paint the walls in a brown color,
And write the words on the roofs;
They have a ginger lemon for breakfast,
And count a ruble so as two rubles.
I would be flattered to come to their home,
And be stronger than they.
But in order to stand, I must hold the roots.
You can buy a new Hi-Fi audio system,
Or just go to food store;
And meditate on the ceiling,
Drenched by the cheap wine.
You can rest your head on a TV screen,
And think that you'll be smarter.
But in order to stand, I must hold the roots.
They say that her lips
became today like mercury;
That she had gone way too far,
And she cannot already be returned;
But is there among us at least one,
Who could follow in her path,
Or who could say, what we owe her? ..
But the further all the faster;
We all remember our fathers, but call on mothers;
And they say they live more joyfully
In the house, where lights never go out...
But in order to stand, I must hold the roots.
Thus make your budget on the stock of wine,
That is stored in your pantry.
Feed yourself from those who feed you,
Forget about all the rest.
And I could be the same as you,
And it would be more safely;
But in order to stand, I must hold the roots.