Вершки и корешки [Vershki i koreshki] [English translation]

The moon is a turnip, and stars are beans

Thank you, mother, for the bread and salt

Souls are roots, and bodies are sprouts

A fun time is coming, brothers!

Spring rain watered the grocery store

The musician Selivanov strangled himself with a scarf

No one knew it would be funny

No one knew it would be so funny

A little boy found a rifle

And it so happened, that he's not alive anymore

In the kitchen he put butter on some bread

Chewed and drank and aimed at his temple

And as he ate and drank from a glass

The poet Bashlachev fell from a window and died

Oi-oh, the trap activated

Yet another animal was handed over to us

The world has awakened from a heavy sleep

And then a big spring came

The bed moaned under the weight of the bodies

It's so fun-fuck everything!

I broke off the cap of my ballpoint pen

And on the road a dead peasant walked towards me

Breakfast, dinner and lunch

The peasant is dead, but we aren't yet!

The moon is a turnip, and stars are beans

Thank you, mother, for the bread and salt

A fun time is coming, friends

Oi-oh, it won't get more fun than this!

Oi-oh, it's way too fun!

Oi-oh, it won't get more fun than this!

Oi-oh, it's way too fun!

• Artist:Grazhdanskaya Oborona