The city blocked its ears up, and wanted to fall sleep,
And all its inhabitants hid in their burrows.
But, at this hour, I’ve got another thousand things to do -
Draw the blinds
And check the locks!

All for nothing: a strong lock won’t save you,
You won’t get to sleep calmly in your house -
Because today I went out on the blag,
And Kol’ka Demin’s
On the lookout, at the corner.

And may the lift-man watch over you at night,
And you didn’t put out the light, like normal -
I already ground a nail into the lock long ago,
Drank some water
And took your things.

You saw and heard, how the leaves shake
Your skinny, frail relics -
I’ve done my deed, and now, straight back,
And the things, to mama
In Mar’ina Roshchà.

And then, I can walk around and drink until morning,
So that the guitars ring out and sing,
And sleep peacefully, so I don’t, in my sleep,
Get nightmares, see
Cops and plank-beds.

When the city’s gone to sleep, when the city’s quiet -
For me, it’s just the start of my work...
Sleep, citizens, in your warm flats -
Goodnight,
See you next Saturday!