Как в советском кино [Kak v sovetskom kino] [English translation]

(Dialogue from the movie "Kalina Krasnaya" (Red Viburnum))

-So, how long did you spend?(1)

-Last time, hm, I spend five years.

-Well, you're an accountant with such hands? I don't believe.

-I've trained them there, you know, sewed-sewed the slippers.

-With such hands only broke the locks, not to saw the slippers

-Well, you say.

[Brutto]

Let's invent final like in sovet movie,

So everyone wanna cry, but it'll funny

Mother cries: "Son!" and huggs

And titles stagger little bit

Joy is a man, man has a tip

I'm a whiz, I think like father think the same

Ranks is not enough for me, I need your honor

I'll looking for it till the end, where it is

So I'm a guy of old hardening

In a new fitted suit

After all, we dreamed to became like Gagarin

Yura, we all have fucked up

Well we from different countries, after all:

Ukraine, Azerbaijan,

But when we watch Russia vs Canada hockey,

We cheer for ours, guys

Keep those who are close

And bury those who are near, near

To live better than all - I don't need it

To live as an injection: it hurts, but it is necessary

[Ves]

Let's imagine life like in sovet movie

So all for one and one for all like wall

And when the loved ones with wet eyes

Let this joy be to all this guilt

I don't care, that I'm not became one, what needs

Even the palm's up on the first desks

If I go home, I'll not walk back

So hide, count to one hundred, guys

Guys has hide, so can't find them

And the sonorous laughter of childhood has calm down for a long time

And the walls of our apartments has soaked in the sadness

Driver, stop, let me go

I didn't measure my life - the meter can't be rewound

And I do not believe, like Moscow doesn't believe in tears,

That can return time, but I clearly know,

That wounds can't heal, no mater, how many would we licked them

And when my father spoke of caliber

I thought it was about a bird, because was naive

And finish, save, Lord

As in "Flying in a dream and in reality" with Yankovsky

[Tipsy Type]

Crush on the pieces the island of the dream, they created monsters

"Kentos" tattooed sideways, now the tongue is sharp

Moscow doesn't believe in tears - it is, and hell with it, with Oscar

We are waiting for you on a post-Soviet stage, bosses

Here the bare namesake draft of coke dose for fifty

Brothers funny, run a splinter in your nose

Don't touch the diller, for the scout is hard to ask

He "Call back" request will reset in case of what

And there'll not be enough for you, through those who are in the New Year

Spread pate from sprat on bread watching Ryazanov's movie

Did not know neither the singing Liverpool nor the dirty New York

Then all over again. "Where's the granny?" - I'm for her

Strong phrase lives, weak immediately rotting

The country of contrasts is not honey, but ice in the bosom

The cloudy year was issued and what is waiting for there

There is no color screen. Like May honey

A warm plaid lulled slowly,no need a pill to do this

Flashlights throw light on scraps of objects, rarely

It's temporary, at the end everything will be like in Soviet movie

Usual life in unusual with a wind blow

(Dialogue from the movie "Kalina Krasnaya" (Red Viburnum))

-Egor, honey.

-Come on, Lyuba, come on, these are just the words. Words are worthless.

-Well, did you think up all this now, or what?..

-No, I did not. Only you listen to people less. Listen, but skip the words, otherwise you are very trusting. Have you ever been deceived?

-No, and who, Lord?