We had some hipster boys in our village too,
Alas! Long time ago they all've gone to the army;
Now I'm alone, and patching holes in my old shoes,
I try to stand up but my legs've grown tired and barmy.
Yes, I'm the last of the Mohicans on our farm,
Now I lie down and cry, recalling all that happened:
How we collected cash to buy a glass of rum,
And how I spent the nights with girl whose nickname's E-e-emma!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys, Pink Floyd!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys, Pink Floyd!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys, John Lennon!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys, high!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys... Oh, hipster boys!
Just yesterday I smoked my last and only joint,
Just yesterday I caught my last high for the last time;
Today I drank some tea on empty stomach, boy!
I failed envisioning myself distorting sounds.
It can't be helped now, for my hair is falling out,
Tomorrow I will have to toil just to buy food,
I lie in bed and listen to the expat's howl:
It's such a boredom in America, I'm stewed...
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys, hangout!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys, the weed!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys... Oh, hipster boys!
Vassily was the chief of our village gang,
As he induced a quiet horror in all men.
Oh, dear Vasya, why aren't you with me to hang?
These punks would never beat me up for nothing then.
Where can I find your weathered traces, my old pals?
You are all gone, I don't know where are your new pads.
Or maybe I should hitch a ride to Leningrad,
Perhaps I'll find at least one by Neva canals.
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys!
Hipster boys, hipster boys, hipster boys... Oh, hipster boys!