Singer: Mikhail Bashakov

But is it the judges, it's the faces of the saints,
They'll forgive you, but where you get the evidence?

You thought that you dare to have an opinion
The men in white coats would come and find deviations. Come!

A mechanism is instituted, there are limits to human patience.
Call a fascination with light and shadow!
Not the kind of happy and well-fed,
It's your turn to be famous...

And that would be with you did not happen,
Let it be a smile, like a crocodile.
Don't worry, be happy!