Many years ago,
When Karelian woods
Were still impassable
Like equatorial jungles,
And pikes and breams
Were lounging their backs under the Sun,
Splashing in still clear water,
On the bank of the lake in small
But very funny town Segezha
Many rock-and-roll groups were in there.
But years passed by and their livestock were depleted
In a great extent.
Many years ago,
