Текст песни Леонид Корнилов - Мой современник

My contemporary, tribesman,
Standing in line at the "exchanger",
We are just spokes in a wheel
With a flicker of fear on my face.
You are my sad cellmate
A fellow student at the dollar exchange rate.
But in the tale of flying years
There is no mention of us.
Not like the lists of the bravely fallen, -
We will not be found in our lists either.
You understand, you and I -
Time gap and glitch.
Against the background of razin and zorro
We live contagiously and shamefully.
And the veins that opened the country
Washes away our names.

Leonid Kornilov