Текст песни 27-ой километр - Новые времена

New Times,
Hooray!
But to me something sad.
sown seeds
Of good,
But not a lot of shoots.
Liquor - the road.
And drink them unprofitable,
But all are, historically, we come!
Therefore, okay.

New Times!
Lubero and metalworkers.
And those and others - Urla.
(Various programs, but the essence is)
In their aspirations pure,
They wet each other,
Then wet all.
God forbid you get caught in their way,
Will take the soul of sin!

New Times!
Yes Yes,
Life has become dangerous.
Previously, he asserted:
"We do not have shit."
And now, shit was spread.
Now the "Restructuring" on everyone's lips,
Buzzword.
But those who sat on the steep positions,
All the same, so what was new?

New Times.
Hooray!
But to me something sad.

(Alexander Frolov)