I live in a district of a big Russian city;
A district that sleeps even when the Earth stops spinning;
Nothing happens here, and that is why I live here,
'Cause I like when nobody fucks me up.

This is Russia, baby, and I know you feel it;
Here everyone believes that everything is silly,
But they won't do a thing, because they're all spinning
To make their life look like it's not fucked up.

I see the stupid heads in an ugly box of pleasure,
They say that I must spend every day at leisure,
And that I'll get for this a thousand bags of treasures.
I vomit, 'cause I know it's all fucked up.

I walk on the icy streets and blame the street cleaners;
I go by bus and blame what I ate for dinner;
I lie in my bed and blame a hammer drill and the sinners
That make this noise and fuck my day off up.

I take my money and go out to buy some beer,
And then, for sure, I'll turn on my CD to hear
The music that will carry me away from here;
And while it plays nobody fucks me up.

Nobody fucks me up!
Nobody fucks me up!
Nobody fucks me up!
And I won't give it up.