Просвистела [Prosvistela] [English translation]

It whistled and fell on a table

Ate a few and rolled on ashes

Of killed songs, I don't have anything to lose there

The world is so small, brother, I wish huge you

All around us devils are, brother drive faster,

There is one hour before death, I don't pity burnt things

Angels and cornfoers are in a field

We are free and there isn't neither ash nor sadness

Sasha and Ilya will meet in the sky

There is enough of bread, they'll drink 100 grammes of vodka, it can't be without it

What's for we have to cry? It's not a shame, what's for we have to suffer?

Paradise isn't slush, winter storm it's our joy

We'll talk about everything, about dawn and about sunset

About rocks of ash and about bitter friut jellies

What we ate when won that war

And that we were in captivity in Motherland

• Artist:DDT
• Album:Prosvistela/Просвистела (1999)