Ничего нового [Nichego novogo] [English translation]

Noize MC:

I never leave my home

for ten years nowhere.

Kitchen, corridor, sitting-room and pantry,

bedroom and bathroom.

I put a garbage can

each evening in the hallway.

I hear a noise at night, I don’t go to check,

but the next morning it is gone.

Sasha Sokolova:

With a plastic bag

hanging over the glowing horns

a flock of unicorns

rushed along the ground heating pipe

to the transformer plant,

and further to the forest;

and in the cold wind,

garbage clung to branches.

Noize MC:

I am too lazy to figure out

how the food gets into the fridge.

I am to lazy to wake up and all the day

loll about like a seal.

Kitchen and bathroom, sitting-room and pantry,

bedroom, corridor.

Sasha Sokolova:

Burrows and tunnels and flights

of dark staircases

filled to the brim with arctic winds.

Blocks of ice cracked under the wires.

Everyone who was not too lazy went south,

they coming out of the circle, leaving a lonely shadow, -

to dance near a burning diesel fuel in a titanium barrel -

away from radio

and other devices, from which nothing new

comes for sure.

Refrain:

Blah! (x6) Nothing new!

Blah! (x5) Talking heads!

Blah! (x5) Nothing new!

Blah! (x5)

Noize MC:

Here's a freak in the mirror, the crumbs are in the beard,

the devil knows what the hell is on t-shirt.

I never leave home,

time does not flow.

Time is not water! Yeah..

Sasha Sokolova:

Time is neither gas, nor acid, nor yeast.

Time is seemingly alcohol or formalin

with a dragon skin inside it.

It slowly changes nuances

as long as inside the walls

of your apartment, disagreeing with the world outside,

talking heads appear

about and without reason.

Refrain (x2)

Nothing new (x2)