Текст песни Ростислав Чебыкин - Но пасаран

Qué pasa, amigo,
What a pig in a snowstorm to mix cocaine?
Now it is impossible to understand where their own, where strangers.
What a shame:
Cartridges run out before the gun was given,
And all the commanders escaped into the wild in the pampas.
But do we forget the music of our struggle?

    No pasarán,
    Venceremos,
    No pasarán.

Ambush, amigo:
You went to Santiago and went to Filyevskiy park
Stalls with shawarma not you sing "Gvantanameru."
O tierra de mierda,
What is there rumba among the Christmas snow,
Where would he froze Fidel himself maracas?
But Torquay warm and the music of our struggle.

    No pasarán,
    Venceremos,
    No pasarán.

Let not today,
But we triumphantly celebrate our victory,
By proskachem enemy dead in the state sombrero.
Post sensimilyu,
Dilute tequila mate crumble peyote.
Adiós, camaradas, consider me a communist
And bury the music of our struggle.

    No pasarán,
    Venceremos,
    No pasarán.