Hey, driver, take me to the Butyrskiy farmstead
Where the a prison is, yes and step on it!
You, comrade, are late - you are mistaken by two years
They already tore the prison down to the bricks.

That’s too bad, but today I’ll use the time
Like a native I decided to drive along the places...
Well, okay driver, then take me to "Taganka",
I’ll take a look, since I’ve spent time there.

They tore down the old "Taganka"
I comb through it all, on all fours!
What the heck, driver, let’s go back, twist and turn your cart,
So that we don’t have to drive though the neighborhoods.

Or no, driver, let’s have a smoke,
Or better yet - let’s have something to drink now!
We’ll toast that there won’t remain in Russia another prison,
That there won’t be any more prison camps in Russia!