Kilometers and days go little by little
With the rivers like keys, with the winds playing fiddle.
And the winners take all, and the losers get sicker.
The elaborate puzzle grows bigger and bigger…

Stock – the very heart of Elita!
Speed – higher than speed of a sound!
Service – [bad word] and pleasure,
Profit that nowhere else can be found!

Stock, Speed, Service!

Doesn’t matter who’s better – everyone’s rampant;
To [bad word] the best child of the powerful parent.
Though someone is older, and probably smarter – 
All the branches are cute and resemble each other.
Moscow, St-Petersburg, Vladivostok… [bad word] goal! So let’s rock!

Stock, Speed, Service!

You’re rapid like deer, you’re strong like a rhino,
No limits for you – from Atlantic to China.
All your faithfull entourage is havin’ much fun
Happy Birthday, Elita! You are the one!

Stock, Speed, Service!