It isn’t enough for them simply to veil us,
It isn’t enough for them simply to jail us,
It isn’t enough for them simply to slay us,
They need that we simply not to be!

I’m putting the wireless on
And therefrom it is heard:
There is a serene over Russia!
There is a serene over Russia!

Though formal bans aren’t imposed yet,
Though our hands aren’t in chains yet,
But the hard moment is near now,
The hard year is near now,
New year 1933.

I’m turning TV on
And therefrom it is heard:
There is a serene over Russia!
There is a serene over Russia!

The cloud above is sternly glooming,
KGB, pigs, pops are extremely cheeky,
There is now a candidate for Pinocheet
New year 1933 beside us is looming.

I’m rambling through the streets
And is heard everywhere:
There is a serene over Russia!
There is a serene over Russia!