Текст песни Mope Pocca - у полоні

We call chervoneye sun
We really need chervoneye sun.
Balloon from morning to morning
Conventionally, a woman waiting for a doll.

Let the red orb,
Though a bit to eat and take up work.
Limit and only step out of the lattice of freedom,
There's guys waiting, forgetting worries.

The desire came true, the opportunity to flee,
Picked up by the wind - home to the house.
In his native steppe dance in the air,
Expect the same scoundrel, a visit to her!

Hi-now, the country, the children returned.
Returning from the chains of wandering lost.
Nowhere do not need aliens-aside,
In the native mother and brothers, boys.