Текст песни Георг Отс - Наш непростой советский человек

The tram was crawling among the universe of the night
Along the shops, parks and pharmacies.
And there you doze quietly after the change,
Our difficult, the Soviet people.

Wounded in the overcoat is not growth,
Covering him the entire twentieth century,
You died so proudly and so simple,
Our difficult, the Soviet people.

In the name of a righteous life, free,
Where will happiness equally to all,
You won, hungry and cold,
Our difficult, the Soviet people.

You build buildings, plow and fish,
Soar to the stars and bredesh through the snow,
You are dear to me - laugh or cry -
Our difficult, the Soviet people.

Well, when you're in zadremlesh tram
Or in the desert or the mountain rivers,
I'm your dream tired bless,
Our difficult, the Soviet people.