Текст песни Кукрыниксы - Покойник

Already close the coffin
  So you can’t get up
  They bury it with cold earth
  Where only insensible sleep.

You will be at the call of our loud
  When we come to you.
  And with that familiar hand
  We will lay wreaths for you.

Those wreaths will be beauty
  The grave will shine in them.
  Friends won't forget you
  And they will often remember.

Rest in peace, our dear friend,
  And expect us to come to you.
  We will endure grief with power,
  Perhaps soon we will come to you.