Брошенный богом мир [Broshennyy bogom mir] [English translation]

Canaille in gold, crowdy in the room,

Crowdy in the city,

The world is the big prison.

Mess.

Summer in cold, dancing in cold,

Who is on the wire?

The darkness is on the wire.

The silence.

And splinters cannot be glued together,

And gloom cannot be kicked away,

See how stray dogs are spawning

Into the wolves.

Put your noddle into the TV,

Wipe the couch up to holes,

You are already posthumously inscribed into this world

Abandoned, abandoned, abandoned by God.

A bolt - a screw-nut, a wolf - a hare,

Who you were, who you were not -

Go figure.

Turn back.

Became a lamb,

Stood with a candle,

For you now the God is like fig-leaf -

Kinda clear.

Don`t doubt,

Time doesn`t go reversed,

Right at midnight a day from the storage will go from account to account,

But now we are not about it.

I want so much this man to live, the man who

Will bring the ray of light into this world

Abandoned, abandoned, abandoned by God.