Священный Огонь [Svascheniy Ogon'] [English translation]

We [1] shouted "we want fresh air,"

Now, with cigars and felt hats.

Loved the Clash and Yegor Letov [2],

And now wearing purple pajamas.

Played grunge in garages,

Now, profiteroles and blancmange,

Wrote "no dead" and "antisystem",

And now "all right" and "no problem"

The sacred fire is burning in the night,

The sacred fire warms in the cold

I am giving my hand,

To those who stayed young.

The sacred fire is burning in the night,

The sacred fire warms in the cold

I am giving my hand,

To those who stayed young.

To Gurzuf [3] hitchhiking by squatting and staying at friends' houses,

And now third in line per Party [4] wait list,

You called me a whore for sale,

While he goes to Courchevel [5] to fight boredom.

The sacred fire is burning in the night,

The sacred fire warms in the cold

I am giving my hand,

To those who stayed young.

• Artist:Lyapis Trubetskoy
• Album:Veselie Kartinki (2011)