Слово пацана [Slovo patsana] [English translation]

At one of the old dachas*

At a big and bustling table

The dudes were speaking

Of infinite friendship...

Smoke all around,

And glasses drained.

Everyone swore to one another.

To not forget anyone.

To live on together!

Together, until the end.

Dude's oath...

One won't understand it if the one

Has never been running away from the local gangs with a broken nose,

Drunk, on the streets.

We have to part with one another!

But just for a while - so, not for long. Maybe for a week, but definitely not forever.

Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh!

Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh!

And tomorrow, everyone to his place.

Some serving the military, some to college.

And then... Hello, family.

And not even a free minute to be found.

But in order for us not to fall apart,

We have to listen less to the girls.

What an "I don't drink", what the "other things to do"?

Never postpone a gathering with guys.

Dude's oath...

One won't understand it if the one

Has never been running away from the local gangs with a broken nose,

Drunk, on the streets.

We have to part with one another!

But just for a while - so, not for long. Maybe for a week, but definitely not forever.

Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh!

Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh!

And if the people who manage to stand between us

Are sneaky and mean,

It doesn't matter

What they tell you about me...

Never hurry

To break ties in a rage.

Not behind one's back,

But only looking straight into one's eyes.

And you'll see, everything will return

To its place, too.

Dude's oath...

Holding out in this grey world,

Forcing ourselves to spite all jerks.

And not to fall apart.

Not for a while, not even for long.

Not for a week, and definitely not forever!

Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh!

Oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh!

• Artist:Max Korzh