Nerves rusts, because they are made of steel,
They are useless - annoy me!
But my boots I fill flare jeans!
I did not break - life is good!
...life is good!
...life is good!
...life is good!
Dick! Dick!
Dick! Dick!
Dick! Dick!
Dick! Dick!
Please, cut my ears!
I want to hear, not to listen!
Where there is no question - there is always the answer
Flaming, like pioneer's shoutout!
...pioneer's shoutout!
...pioneer's shoutout!
...pioneer's shoutout!
Dick! Dick!
Dick! Dick!
Dick! Dick!
Dick! Dick!
Come on, friends! Come on, all together!
To have all heard our song,
Dead souls, In our wilderness,
This last shout of the Russian soul!
...Russian soul!
...Russian soul!
...Russian soul!