Про червячков [Pro chervyachkov] [English translation]

A worm climbed out of a pear

And dreams flew out of a pillow

A fool giggled in the kitchen

Mixing meat with saliva

A stump got caught in a sleeve

Spring was forgotten during combat

After sneaking up to myself on tiptoes,

I rang the bell and ran away

A feast in the evening

Hangover in the morning

Pepper, salt and sugar...

But it all turned out differently

It all turned out so wrong!

A worm climbed out of a pear

And outrage came out of a pocket

An old man sat silently on a bench

Embodying self-transcendence

There were occasional tremors

But overall it was wonderful

The worms were still crawling

Except a hill in the cemetery collapsed

A sky with the color of meat

Meat with the taste of the sky

Pepper, salt and sugar...

...But it all turned out differently,

It all turned out so wrong!