We have read and argued fiercely,
But the gleam in our eyes is
Equal to the Russian youth of fifty years ago
We are arguing about what to do
But not one person clenches a fist and slams the table,
Shouting “V narod!”

We know what we want,
And we know what the people want,
And we know what we have to do
Truly, we know better than the Russian youth of fifty years ago.
But not one person clenches a fist and slams the table,
Shouting “V narod!”

All gathered here are young,
Youth always creates what is new in the world
We know that soon the old people will die, and we will finally win
Behold! The gleam is in our eyes! The fierceness of our debates!
But not one person clenches a fist and slams the table,
Shouting “V narod!”

Ah, the candles have been changed for the third time,
The corpses of tiny beetles float in our cups,
The zeal of the young women does not diminish
Yet in their eyes, the exhaustion after endless discussions
Still, not one person clenches a fist and slams the table,
Shouting “V narod!”