Вечерняя застольная [Vechernyaya zastol'naya] [English translation]

Hell with them. Today is when the new day comes,

So, let’s raise this toast for our young ones,

Let’s shake off from our temples gray frost,

Let’s toast, let’s toast

Let’s shake off from our temples gray frost,

Let’s toast, let’s toast

To loved ones who have guided us in our ways,

To friends who did not live to see these days.

To memories that now live through us

Raise your glass …

To memories that now live through us

Raise your glass…

God’s grace to all lands where free winds flowed

Peace to homes where dogs and horses feel loved

To sea waves that sing us our hymn

Pour to the brim

To sea waves that sing us our hymn

Pour to the brim.

My people, we are still living and we shall not fail,

So let’s toast to out luck on this perilous trail,

So that the craws would not caw to us

Let’s raise our glass

So that the craws would not caw to us

Let’s raise our glass

So that the craws would not caw to us

Let’s raise our glass