Hey, chauffeur, drive to the Butyrski detached farm-stead,
Where the prison is, but drive faster!
- You, comrade, came too late, you have the two years muddled up -
They have the prison already pulled down to bricks.

- A great pity and today I from early morning
Home decided to pay a visit to places...
Now all right, whatsoever chauffeur, drive me to the Taganka, -
Just to look, I used to be there.

- The old Taganka has been pulled down -
All completely, to the devil!
- Whatsoever, chauffeur, let’s go back, turn around your steering wheel, -
Thus we go home with nothing.

Or not, chauffeur, let’s smoke,
Or still better - we drink quickly!
Drink that there remains in Russia not one big prison,
That there’ll be no more camps in Russia!