Текст песни Иваси - Жизнерадостные горемыки

Our endless road
Our endless need.
Seen to us from Sumy and prison
Never leave, never.
        If we have grief, then without measure,
        If happiness is in mortal combat.
        Every moss to enormous size
        It grows in these parts.

Puddles poured by the seas
And the winds roar the drafts
But we sharpen bullfinches in the snow
And in their protrusion are great.
        Great we are simple clothes,
        A simple mindset,
        Great we are crazy hope
        That suma and prison are not eternal.

That’s why it’s up to the swamp
Or in red road dust
We are on every sharp turn
We are looking intently for something in the distance.
        By publishing eagle clicks,
        We are carried away by the soul.
        Cheerful mourners -
        Ah, why were we born?