Текст песни Юрий Брыгин - Баллада о страдалице Востока

Ballad of the Sufferer of the East
Luckily, they drove us with an iron hand
Battle-tested commissars.
On the White Sea Canal with a shovel and a pickaxe
We destroyed the old world under escort.

And after in the meat grinder of the Great World
We covered the embrasures with our breasts ...
The doves wept our front-line feat
Under the watchful eye of an unknown censorship.

And we have become easier to live and even more fun.
On the chests - medals and uniforms ...
The country was given steel and gold fields ...
And our commanders did not doze!

Caught up, overtook the damned capital!
Our idols are honored abroad!
And there would be no sadness, but only now I'm tired
Sitting common people on cabbage soup and porridge!

We are tired, by God, from the loud "Hurray!" ,
From eternal arrears, forfeit!
Little by little the masters woke up
On the matter of reforging-restructuring!

They think differently, thank you, pluralism!
They regenerate ideas!
In a new sense, some new -ISM
We decided to build on Rossei !!!

... Ah, Mother Russia, the land of my fathers,
Great martyr of the East!
You nurtured the Viti and other ... wise men!
Although only one was enough - the Prophet !!!