90 [English translation]

[verse 1, Little Coin]:

I was conceived in the video shop,

While the bullets were flying around

And you could hear barking and howling

Waifs and strays were threatening with a screwdriver:

"Listen, give me the CD!" It hurts, ouch!

We used to mix vodka with petrol, drinking like a fish

Only the most cunning ones lived up to ten.

The more irons you get, the rougher your little fingers will be.

Hijacking cars, selling CDs.

Territory wars are fun when you are in your dacha with friends

But not so much when it's about your country - it'a a bit different problem...

How can you hit only one guy here and there?!

It's good that these days are gone!

[Chorus]

We used to smoke everything but cigarettes

Put it down and forget: what happened in the past will stay in the past

And listening to songs of 'Krovostok' on cassettes

With awe of a child I found out that

In the 90th people were killed

And everybody were running naked

There was no electricity

Only fighting for jeans and coke

Dudes put on the crosses,

Ironed their cherry jackets

And went dancing - till blood came out of their ears

And only "Gentle May' was on the radio

And I live not so bad, drink tea with sugar

Typing texts on my new Macbook

It's easy to create rhythms in a sunken house

The stories from your grandpa and grandma is enough.

There is enough material for a new album in me

I listened to that band - businessmen gave up alive

And the verse is resurrecting from the beat

Everything else is not what I need, and there is nobody often.

The spies were giggling late at night

And making patriotic faces

Swearing in English

But it's a fucking trend, means it's okay!

We used to smoke everything but cigarettes

Put it down and forget: what happened in the past will stay in the past

And listening to songs of 'Krovostok' on cassettes

With awe of a child I found out that

In the 90th people were killed

And everybody were running naked

There was no electricity

Only fighting for jeans and coke

Dudes put on the crosses,

Ironed their cherry jackets

And went dancing - till blood came out of their ears

And only "Gentle May' was on the radio

In the 90th people were killed

And everybody were running naked

• Artist:Monetochka