Лист до Друга [Lyst do druga] [English translation]

Sanya, my friend, I am writing you a letter

Because for a long time I've not seen or heard you

Hundred years have passed since that time when we once

Were dreaming to bring together our pals on dacha1

Kitchen in "khrushchovka"2, chattering till the morning,

A window leaf was curtained with a cellophane packet,3

Beer and taranka4 were never ending,

Raids to a stall with a crumpled ruble.5

Chorus:

Let's go back to our city,

From which we wanted to escape so much!

Let's put on the worn jeans,

In which we weren't allowed to enter the school!6

Let's listen to the old tapes,

Which were teaching us to live and love!

Also let's recollect the names of our friends,

Which were living too fast then!

You know, time is leaking like water,

And yet we don't know another way,

And the river of life flows much quieter,

When you often meet your friend.

Don't take your mobile, better take two beers,

Later we'll send a courier for an additive,

Friendship it's when the tears on the man's face,

Friendship it's when till the end we are men.

Chorus (x2)

Let's go back to our city!

Let's put on the worn jeans!

Sanya, my friend I'm writing you a letter... (x4)

1. Country house2. А type of low-cost, concrete-paneled or brick three- to five-storied apartment building which was developed in the USSR during the early 1960s, during the time its namesake Nikita Khrushchev3. Probably the window leaf was absent or had no glass for the habitants were poor.4. A slang name of a cheap sour fish, a beer snack5. They bought that beer in the stall6. Wearing jeans was prohibited in schools of the USSR, as it was "an element of a Western culture"