Хоровод [Khorovod] [English translation]

Ancient motley circle dance whirls non-stop as years advance,

In it sage and moron dance, freak and beauty join perchance.

Without getting tired, not knowing the quiet, back and forth they all prance,

To music of timbrels and sorrowful fiddles goes round circle dance.

Every day is filled with lots of unneeded useless plots,

But it's hard to figure out how to start them all at once.

You have to be watchful in vast concrete jungle,

That someone perchance would not eat you or mangle.

Joyful times passed, took a stroll, we'll forget our rock-n-roll;

And bat-eared Mickey Mouse will be jumping not for us.

But the multi-colored dance still goes round, inducing trance,

Fashions and ideas' maze it avoids with ease, it stays.