The city blocked its ears up, and wanted to fall sleep,
And all its inhabitants hid in their burrows.
But, at this hour, Iíve got another thousand things to do -
Draw the blinds
And check the locks!
All for nothing: a strong lock wonít save you,
You wonít get to sleep calmly in your house -
Because today I went out on the blag,
And Kolíka Deminís
On the lookout, at the corner.
And may the lift-man watch over you at night,
And you didnít 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 -
Iíve done my deed, and now, straight back,
And the things, to mama
In Maríina Roshchŗ.
And then, I can walk around and drink until morning,
So that the guitars ring out and sing,
And sleep peacefully, so I donít, in my sleep,
Get nightmares, see
Cops and plank-beds.
When the cityís gone to sleep, when the cityís quiet -
For me, itís just the start of my work...
Sleep, citizens, in your warm flats -
See you next Saturday!