Текст песни Вероника Долина - Возвращение к барабану

My drum, you are my past!
I have been JNA and tender.
My Drum, I became an adult -
No longer need.

There were two sticks Turned -
Only should they have?
My dear, I am now an academic,
I would not be so quiet.

Lottery my brother name -
We are friends with him many years.
But I am afraid again, as if to spite me
Gets a blank ticket.

I deceived deceiver,
And let me tell you - believe do not believe -
The drum is mine! I barabanshitsa,
Drum into another door.

And will I repent
Or some kind of live out -
How my poor, you will suffer,
They will beat you finish.

But while you and I are both two,
A foreign - around one million.
Let us not put experiments
At each other, my dear friend!