Hand-to-Hand Combat

There are five of us. There are exactly three times as many of them.
Everyone is smiling. The alignment is good for them.
Well, sons, let's show them... not in Poland,
Now, they will find out what is what, and the Russian obscenity.

We are not in a hurry. Let's smoke on the track.
If fate has turned like this... It's a pity!
And at home they harvest potatoes ...
It seems that the harvest will be good today.

It's time! They are coming!! The knives are shiny!!
Il Solingen or Damascus, it doesn't matter.
The grin is bestial. And from the teeth you see, poison
then dripping... We stand in a circle. Brave!

We will be the first to give it, this is not the first time for us!
Alarm, please. Oh! If Petrovich were here,
He would be the first to rush into this battle,
And what the hell do we need this Shostakovich.

We clashed. Hand-to-hand combat is fleeting.
How will we continue to live without you,
Oh, Valka, Senka, Sasha, Pashka!
I want to strangle them all with my bare hands!