Русский ковчег [Russkiy kovcheg] [English translation]

The broken ark

Is going up from the bottom,

And we’re gonna live forever,

And our journey is endless.

We’re gonna search for happiness

At the places where even

The icons of scary five-story buildings are crying.

The broken ark

Is going up from the bottom,

And we’re gonna live forever,

And our journey is endless.

We’re gonna search for happiness

At the places where even

The icons of scary five-story buildings are crying.

Smelling like alcohol, gentlemen are smoking,

Their ladies are hiding their fluffy eyebrows into shawls smelling so sweet.

Our journey has been so long we no longer remember where we are from, where we are going,

Which dock we started from, and what prize awaits us in the end.

The chains, the chains are dragging us to the bottom,

Right into the nets, into the nets with octopuses,

Right into the poachers’ lair, but

There’s a lot of us, and not so many of them.

Where is their Apple Feast Day?

Where is their oil, where is their gas?

They’ve got unisex, and we’ve got kvas,

Iconostasis, Mikhailov Stas…

The broken ark

Is going up from the bottom,

And we’re gonna live forever,

And our journey is endless.

We’re gonna search for happiness

At the places where even

The icons of scary five-story buildings are crying.

The broken ark

Is going up from the bottom,

And we’re gonna live forever,

And our journey is endless.

We’re gonna search for happiness

At the places where even

The icons of scary five-story buildings are crying.

They say there’s no final destination, we’re doomed, and, somewhere

On the shore, someone evil can’t stop staring at us angrily,

GMOs and UFOs are sent to us by Satan with cheers,

Garbage and dirt have been lying around here for a long time, very soon we’ll go right to the bottom,

But I’m shouting!

Down with the troubled atheistic thoughts,

With the protestants’ dirty feet!

The devil won’t take down the unsinkable homeland!

All the people on the Petersburg’s streets have seen how the great word

In cursive Cyrillics is neatly formed out of shapeless garbage and dirt.

(Russia!)

My heart doesn’t long for changes,

Tired Tsoy is napping in the ship’s cabin,

The hum of sirens resounds like nanny's singing,

And the bullet holes are just like her face.

Sad Pussy Riot have taken

The colorful masks off their faces,

They look so good without them, they’re so beautiful.

The broken ark

Is going up from the bottom,

And we’re gonna live forever,

And our journey is endless.

We’re gonna search for happiness

At the places where even

The icons of scary five-story buildings...

The broken ark

Is going up from the bottom,

And we’re gonna live forever,

And our journey is endless.

We’re gonna search for happiness

At the places where even

The icons of scary five-story buildings are crying.

The broken ark