День Победы [Den' pobedy] [English translation]

A decorated hero Trofimov Pal Yegorych

With the excitement is going to the Victory Parade,

He’s buttoning his tunic with easy usual movement,

And slightly hunching shoulders under weight of all awards.

He takes a trophy "Walter", retrieved from the battle,

And memories are slightly dimming brightness of his eyes,

He comes from home early, he can’t be late: he’s last one,

The one who from his regiment is now still alive.

He comes from home early, he can’t be late: he’s last one,

The one who from his regiment is now still alive.

The only son of the Mayor Seryozha Krivopalov

On "Porsche Cayenne" is flying, ignoring reds and greens,

From all-night after-party being sodium-oxybated,

With no ID or papers, he’s only 17.

And next to him is working his hooker Angelina

Odometer is covered by her blondie restless head

And Krivopalov Jr., not looking at the road,

Got pedal to the metal for her to go ahead.

And Krivopalov Jr., not looking at the road,

Got pedal to the metal with reckless strained leg.

Old man, the decorated Trofimov Pal Yegorych,

Is staying at road-crossing and worrying a bit.

It's red - and he's not going, he cannot risk it out,

The only one from regiment who’s not under the lid.

But "Porsche Cayenne", is racing on wrong side of the road,

And hooker Angelina is raising speed as well,

And Krivopalov Jr., not looking at the road,

Takes banned medication to strengthen the effect.

And Krivopalov Jr., not looking at the road,

Takes banned medication to strengthen the effect.

Green little walking human – he finally lights out,

The old man, like in Berlin, began to walk across,

When hearing-aid just told him, that from the road something

Is coming with a roar of mindless brutal force.

Another senior will be just frozen with the fear,

And that will be the end of the song about his life,

But we have special case here, since our Pal Yegorych

For reason from his regiment is now one alive.

His trophy "Walter" sparkled, being pointed by a veteran,

Its bullets pierced easy through the flesh of running tires,

Same way as it been happen in distant forty-third year,

The German car derailed and stopped its deadly ride.

Same way as it been happen in distant forty-third year,

The German car derailed and stopped its deadly ride.

The only son of the Mayor is now behind jail bars,

The hooker Angelina goes back to her home state,

Trofimov Pal Yegorych is walking through Red Square

The only from his regiment who made it to Parade.

Trofimov Pal Yegorych is walking through Red Square

The only from his regiment who made it to Parade.

• Artist:Semyon Slepakov