So tell me, Putin-fellow, whom to love and whom to follow,
Tell me how not to forget our Russian motherland
Not to get drunk badly, not to fight and not to smoke

Not to offend cops and queers and not to be opposing all

There is winter in my heart, Vladimir


I wake up in the morning and try to make the tea
People sleeping on the floor, Putin's on TV

I tread on someone's foot and hear an angry shout
"What the $#&@'re you doing hanging here around"


Trying to get out, I move around the house
Cigar butts and bottles every day of every week
I approach the kitchen and there I find chaos

People are drinking and bottles clink

There is winter in my heart, Vladimir


It's a happy time, when we go to elections,
A time when politicians squabble like dogs

In the country with no laws and emotions
Under different flags we are marching in fog


There is winter in my heart, Vladimir

So tell me, Putin-fellow, whom to love and whom to follow,

Tell me how not to forget our Russian motherland
Not to get drunk badly, not to fight and not to smoke
Not to offend cops and queers and not to be opposing all


There is winter in my heart, Vladimir