Похороны [Pokhorony] [English translation]

The sun will shine like a soldier's badge,

someone lets out a scream of fear.

Rocks and sand will become an ashen spirit,

a coffin lowered down...

a tight gown...

Burial, burial.

A choir of crows scream.

Burial, burial.

A choir of crows scream.

A crazy hobo, a wonderer among the graves,

will say: "well then, death's always the desert,

like Ivan, Susanin, also stashed away,

yeah, here, the trains run on schedule."

Burial, burial.

A choir of crows scream.

Burial, burial.

A choir of crows scream.

A diseased dog will come,

for the final supper,

puss in his eyes,

ponds on the asphalt.

And the sun will set,

then will come dawn,

down the MKAD* goes a wedding party...

bitterly!

Burial, burial.

A choir of crows scream.

Burial, burial.

A choir of crows scream.

• Artist:Leningrad