Lyrics DDT - Хиппаны

We had hippans in the village too,
But all, alas, have long been taken away,
And I'm alone, putting patches on shoes,
I try to get up but my legs are giving up.
Yes, I am the last of the collective farm Mohicans,
I lie and cry, remembering the whole system,
As they dragged on the street together for a glass,
How we lined up with the girl
By the nickname ... uh-eooh.

Hippans, hippans, hippans, Pink Floyd.
Hippans, hippans, hippans, Pink Floyd.
Hippans, hippans, hippans, John Lennon.
Hippans, hippans, hippans, buzz.
Hippans, hippans, hippans, ooh, hippans.

Yesterday I hammered my only joint
Yesterday I was on a high for the last time
Today, having drunk a mug of tea on an empty stomach,
I couldn't imagine
What a fuzzy on overdrive.
Yes, there is nothing to do, get out a hair,
Tomorrow I'll have to plow for provisions,
I lie, I listen to the emigrant howling,
What longing they have in America.

Hippans, hippans, hippans.
Hippans, hippans, hippans, hangout.
Hippans, hippans, hippans.
Hippans, hippans, hippans, grass.
Hippans, hippans, hippans, oh, hippans.

Basil was the main one in our commune,
He directed a quiet horror to the whole village.
Oh, Vasya, Vasya, why aren't you with me,
Punks wouldn't beat me in the face for anything.
Where can I find your rubbed footprints,
Everything is gone and no one has coordinates,
Or maybe stop by me to go to Leningrad,
And there I'll find at least one near the Neva.

Hippans, hippans, hippans.
Hippans, hippans, hippans.
Hippans, hippans, hippans.
Hippans, hippans, hippans.
Hippans, hippans, hippans, ooh, hippans.