Мои друзья [Moi druz'ya] [English translation]

I came back home, again as always I'm alone.

My house is bare, but it might ring - it's telephone,

And someone will knock on my door and yell from street:

"Be done with sleep." And drunken voice will say: "I want to eat."

My dear friends as always walk through life step marching,

The only stops they make are at the beer stalls.

My home has been so empty, now it's cloud nine,

For umpteenth time my friends in there are drinking wine.

And someone occupied the john and broke the window long ago,

I must admit, I don't care anymore.

My dear friends as always walk through life step marching,

The only stops they make are at the beer stalls.

Yet I still laugh, although my life's not always fun,

And I get mad, when I am always told,

That I can't live as I am living now.

But is that so? I live like that.

Yet no one'll give an answer clear-cut.

My dear friends as always walk through life step marching,

The only stops they make are at the beer stalls.