В последний раз [V posledniy raz] [English translation]

Endshpil:

And I would share the grief…

And I would share the grief…

What's there in the distance? I saw catchlights - a reflection of the beam from the water.

People predict, but opposite have happened again.

The pages will adopt my madness.

My dream blows the horn and pours on all around uselessly.

What the day will bring to us?

Bringing the common way of live in return,

the blind poet defends his clean hands again,

the cold routine of the city vanity replaces him family,

because he doesn’t have the family, alas.

This empty, at first glance, tired soldier gives rise,

and you're used to not to trust him.

But as you know, all this luxury is the breaking point,

and cheap ones will break, I don't want to know them.

Hey, my caste is much higher.

The jangline of coins - is a man whore, pawns go out,

often the king in crowning - is a master.

And if so, enjoy, tired people.

I'm right among my brave brothers.

Chorus (x2):

And I would share the grief and get the joy

in the most stormy day, in most unpappy hour,

embrace relatives for the last time and hold myself,

wash with meltwater. God is our judge.

Miyagi:

A lot of shit people speak ill behind the back.

But why, answer me. They send their regards, send their regards.

I put an end of motherfucker’s smiles roughly.

Don't call me brother in the megaphone here,

don't call me friend in public.

How can I believe you, if the mind figured out at once:

Vasily you are Judas, get out of here, roll up, where you rolled up.

I'm faithful to the truth, and the family will prompt who shouldn’t be allowed to come near, so as not to blot the biofield.

Better one, but faithful, otherwise - fuck this.

I put the thorns in my pocket,

turn the mountains into dust for my brother.

If I be crucified, I will die peacefully nevertheless,

because my brothers will summarize.

Any question is not a question, indeed, for us.

Let the peaceful sky will over your heads, pack!

Without looking, I'll put my head on the chopping block.

I'm sure the executioner will fucking die right before the swing.

Chorus (x2)