We had no illusions,
Living in an era of terrible cataclysms.
And naively believed that in the Union
In the eighties there will be communism.
We trusted the leaders and followed them,
In honor of labor, freedom, & nbsp; craft,
And all my friends were alive…
It's a pity, from the fork to the right skidded.
The coat of arms on our scarlet flag fell apart,
And our honor was at stake…
And from the merger of power with the crime
We got a new country,
We've lost everything we've accumulated:
Health, conscience, selfless work.
Then we were all bought for a voucher,
What got better is just lying…
About how to live - a lot of talk,
The Union was broken up into bricks.
And the authorities from the height of their fences
They try to teach us honesty.
I've changed my eighth ten,
I don't know how much time I have.
There are children, grandchildren, scanty wealth,
And the body is full of faults.
Don't believe that we lived very badly,
That in ghostly flying clouds…
Now the age has passed to posterity -
And a new day you hold in your hands.
You must accept your own fate
And sometimes it's a difficult choice…
When you realize that not smutko happiness,
We'll be safer there for you.