Текст песни Евгений Бачурин - Судный день

Under the awning of the Motherland,
In the circle of fellow citizens
I lie relaxed
Like a Danish prince.
I'm dormant here
And everyone is busy -
Who breaks into safes, who looks for a syringe,
Until the day of judgment struck!

We relax
Under the southern sun
Against the background of girls
And discos.
We don't care about anything:
Phenol and strontium.
Whoever makes bucks is the person
Until the day of judgment struck!

And what else awaits us
What thrillers -
Benefits
Or a default?
First they shod us, then they shaved us,
And we are all for this
They put in the bolt.
Until the day of judgment struck!

I draw crosses
I count noughts
Far from the killers
Far from business.
And I drink gin with tonic
Not only with Tolik,
But also with Edik and Natalie.
Until the day of judgment struck!

1999