In a nuclear-powered submarine.
With a dozen bombs of a hundred megatons.
I crossed the Atlantic and called my gunner:
"Point it," I say, "Petrov, at the city of Washington!"

Chorus:
Tru-la-la, tru-la-la-la,
I can do anything for three rubles!
Hello, new land
To the enemy!

And on the aeroplane above, my friend Vovochka.
Didn't come to visit with empty hatches,
On a submarine with a nuclear engine.
The crew sang a cheerful song.

Chorus

Sweetly dreaming in Norfolk are the lights on the seaside,
Tired toys are asleep, Negroes are asleep
I'm sorry, America, good America,
But five hundred years ago
Your discovering was a mistake.

@meko