О Смысле Всего Сущего [O smysle vsego sushchego] [English translation]

A human's life has more that one aspect.

In the city of Taganrog, there are two Star Prospects.

The first one has gaping skies,

And up to the Volga and Don rivers

Towering there are shining

Palaces of slag concrete.

And at this prospect, every Friday,

Upon finishing their shift in the mines,

Starting their march are the white-toothed

Cosmonauts.

And at the other one, all houses are one-and-a-half-storied,

And a goat is walking the trampled grass,

A year passes, two years pass,

The rope is all frayed, but the goat is not leaving;

It absolutely has no place to go,

It stares at the skies and whispers: "God forgive me!"