Новая жизнь на новом посту [Novaya zhizn' na novom postu] [English translation]

Dirt on cemetry, half of six o clock,

Mother-earth is wet today;

And good guys stand in it,

Though maybe, they are drunk from morning,

But how not to drink with this job,

And I keep vodka for them in my coat;

And I want to sing about it,

But noone will allow this text for print.

Ivan is hurry to work,

He's hurry to work, without being fast;

Seems like he doesnt care,

If he'll get there to nine o'clock.

Autumn park, fallen leaves -

such a beautiful dirt!

He was an engineer, now he's watchman,

he choosed it for himself by himself.

And his Belomor burns on the fly,

And this is new life at new post.

When I look to window,

I can see someone is walking

On the roof

Maybe, its dog (cat)

Or maybe, its a mole.

I dont see clearly,

Doesnt let me to see

that roof slope -

Maybe its a bug,

Or maybe its an elefant.

Clean sky above us,

Fragile carnice under us,

And I dont know how to act to

Help them get down.

And I seat near window and look to emptiness,

and this is new life at new post...

• Artist:Akvarium
• Album:Ихтиология