Окраины [Okrainy] [English translation]

This is for you, who reading this lines

Who skipping class

Who finished school on "3"s

Who working on construction site

Who working out his pounding in combat stance

Who always watching "Rocky" movie

For girl who finished housekeeping courses

She owns a bed in dormitory,

And there is 3 more beds in that room.

Commieblocks.

We don't know what life brings us tomorrow

A beatiful palace may turn to ruins

We walk from outskirts to city center to inbreathe some beauty

And walk to another outskirts

This is for you, listening this sounds

While eating your beefsteak and potato with onion

Drinking beer and smoking a cigarette butt

Stupidly wathing TV - a place for morons only

Laughing on their dumb jokes,

what brings melancholy and boredom in your heart

Dryness in mouth, devastation in head

Soon it will be totally addle

If you lie on your couch, belly-up

Believing in gossip and rumors

You remain dumb as oak, dumb as bamboo

I will tell you, one by one:

Cupid with bow and arrow will leave you

Your bride will run away from wedding, bitch

With someone who you've count as best friend

You heard something about it

And this is it, things are bad

You can't say anything, even by letters,

And people who always knocked now don't knocking when come to you.

So don't blame your horse, dragging a plow

Don't yell like "Go, come on!"

Take a plow and push it with your belly

If you have no home, you will never be imbued its soul

If you have no wife, you will never heard, what she whispers in your ear

If you have no kids, you will never tell anything to your grandchildren

So it's not a blood yet, just cranberry

We don't know what life brings us tomorrow

A beatiful palace may turn to ruins

We walk from outskirts to city center to inbreathe some beauty

And walk to another outskirts

This is for you, looking at everything

Like a man who had been ordered

You had been slaughtered and plucked

Salted, marinated,

Sliced, served,

Swallowed but not chewed

Actually, all the distances in your eyes has got darkled

Your place in our auditorium is empty

And from Kazan to Ryazan

You will never find that Yuruzan

Where yesterday pilau is still in cauldron

And here everything is same. Like in barracks.

Wagon in winter, sleigh in summer.

No passing trucks. We' ll reach by ourselves.

If you will be alive - get out with us

Meet you at home, under icons

Sorry, i"m writing you on a ordinary paper, not a stamped one. No bargain, it's not a market.

We don't know what life brings us tomorrow

A beatiful palace may turn to ruins

We walk from outskirts to city center to inbreathe some beauty

And walk to another outskirts