Р. Амелин - вот, где выросли лопухи, зарыто
текст песни

Here
where the burdocks grew, buried
gold, start digging, and you
You will become millionaires, true
The coins are cursed; Never
Enough of them, everything will be not enough for you
Terrible insatitude is enough
in everything, and food like ashes
will be, you will freeze everywhere
theft, with your own hands
You will kill the loving, Harkn
sleeping on the grave, every day
It will seem the last to you, but
Your gold will increase
You will become billionaires, even
Start writing poetry, prose and
Living up to a very old age
surrounded by children, having died
You will become gold for others
dig under the burdock,
Take the shovel on the skull from
ditches