Where are you racing, troika,1 to where is your path?
The rider's drunk again as always or just simply took a nap.
Cartwheels are given to museum, it is robbed: all treasure's gone.
Everywhere a song is playing or perhaps it’s just a moan.
As predicted by the saints, all is hanging on thin hair,
And I'm watching these events in ancient Russian despair.
On an ancient battlefield there are no spears and no bones.
They all were used as souvenirs for the tourists and guest shows.
Dobrynya has spat upon Russia and does plumbing in Milan.
Alesha, albeit preacher's heir, had all icons sold at once.
Just Ilya is scaring girls by wearing one sock out of pair,
And I'm watching these events in ancient Russian despair.
Yaroslavna is in trouble, she has got no time to cry,
She’s in office at six-thirty, she’s got briefing sharp at five.
All the nobles drive Toyotas, distribute "Playboy" and "Vogue."
Oil and lumber shipped to Europe, missiles sold to Eastern mobs.
Prince Vladimir’s spewing curses, surfing sea waves unaware,
And I'm watching these events in ancient Russian despair.
By monastery walls again there's something really odd,
A shallow river carried in an ancient fourteen-handed god.
The monks are swearing, swinging rods and rush to save him, set him free,
But situation's getting worse and god cries out: Let go of me.
And the abbot in female dress's jumping on the sand right there,
As I'm watching these events in ancient Russian despair.
Above the cold-stoned Moscow-city scaffolds grow into the sky.
Turks are building images of holy Russia in no time.
The trigger’s squeezed by dancing finger of the guard of holy grail,
Sign of gold ten-ruble coin is showing through the icon’s face.
Krishnaites march in formations on Arbat, Tverskaya, Red Square.
I'm afraid I've had enough of ancient Russian despair.
1. A troika (Russian: тройка, "triplet" or "trio") is a traditional Russian harness driving combination, using three horses abreast, usually pulling a sleigh.