Марш священных коров [Marsh svyashchennykh korov] [English translation]

Stop to entertain me, else I'll howl,

We'd better say "No!" to the violence and robbery,

Let's say "No!" to the robbery and violence,

And we will become like Saint Basil.

Our Efrosiniya depends on a moment:

She one time is divine, another time is ambivalent.

But who isn't without sin, let him throw first stone.

From this spark the flame can be lit.

Find the seven differences in this picture,

You'd better bring me vodka martini here.

(Shaken not stirred!)

My profession is from the morning till 1:30 pm

To consider that I'm your Sacred cow.

The sacred cow, the Heavenly manna

Although is nutritious, but is not always humane.

And if we'll be stuck in the marsh and its mud,

I'll be the first one to shout: "Hey! Vodka martini!"

(Shaken not stirred!)

Cows can hear,

Cows know,

Cows keep the track of events.

Open your eyes, look: they're taking off in the sky!

Look, here they take off!

So we fly forward and although we aren't free of stains,

But smoke of the Fatherland is sweet and pleasant for us.

Thanks to the sun, that we have overhead.

But be ready, I'll howl anyway:

How are we not ashamed of being so sunk in routine.

Guess what you must do when there's no martini.

(Sorry, Mr. Bond!)

• Artist:Akvarium
• Album:Архангельск