We both robbed the same house,
We both entered through the same door,
And we both met like two milk brothers,
Who didn’t see each other for very long.

For bread and water and freedom -
Thanks to our Soviet people.
For nights in prisons, interrogations in the precinct -
Thanks to our city’s head prosecution.

We both were sent to port Nachodka,
They’ll let me out tomorrow, maybe them also,
We met with them like three rubles for vodka,
And separated like vodka for the three.

For bread and water and freedom -
Thanks to our Soviet people.
For nights in prisons, interrogations in the precinct -
Thanks to our city’s head prosecution.

The world is a great place to live in,
Yesterday they mentioned me in the brigade -
They freed me five years earlier;
Signed by Voroshilov, Georgadze.

For bread and water and freedom -
Thanks to our Soviet nation.
For nights in prisons, interrogations in the precinct -
Thanks to our city’s head prosecution.

Hey, this is mathematics of gods -
They’ve condemned me for twelve years,
They took away seven years from life,
And now they returned five years.

For bread and water and freedom -
Thanks to our Soviet government.
For nights in prisons, interrogations in the precinct -
Thanks to our city’s head prosecution.