These Russian boys do not change:
War, revolution, Russian roulette.
Die until I managed to build up
In nineteenth, twentieth,
Twenty-first century.
These Russian girls do not change:
Decembrist's wife, Sister of Mercy.
Love and save
While the heart in the chest is sticking,
In nineteenth, twentieth,
Twenty-first century.
He is your Russian boy:
War, militia, kill the fatherland
Better than cripples.
Demons jump,
And the angels wait on the threshold of eternity.
Your Russian girl:
Red Cross, White Bandage, Clean Alcohol.
In the meat grinder is calculated
Fasteners shield you
From her prayers.
In nineteenth, twentieth,
Twenty-first century.
And spring comes. Flowering apple trees
Sing about life, despicable tolens and pharmacies,
As if apple trees, like us, Orthodox,
In nineteenth, twentieth,
Twenty-first century.
In nineteenth, twentieth,
Twenty-first century.
In nineteenth, twentieth,
Twenty-first ...