Текст песни Кукрыниксы - Смутные Дни

What troubled days
As the wind of anxiety blows
And we dance alone
On the dusty belts of the roads
As if an oath is given -
Do not cherish anything
And only in these waves
Whirl.

So boil in your blood
Ginseng juice,
Oh, lose your soul
Fly the earth from under your feet.
Fly off your head
Together with the leaves down
What troubled days
Troubled days.

And boils in blood
Ginseng juice,
And someone's gaze
Aims directly at the temple.
And the head flies
Together with the leaves down.
What troubled days
Troubled days.