Стріляй [Strilyai] [English translation]

Words…

Words are like veil.

Where the fine diagonal is

The crystal rings.

And night flies

Somewhere away,

Unfortunately it doesn’t leave

Us any way.

Shoot!

Tell me, why are you afraid

This last step to make?

Come on!

Let it be as you will!

I have paid for my drill…

Goodbye, my angel.

Come on! Pull the trigger!

Words…

Words are the adamant of blame,

As if they hide in mind

For one moment.

And now affair,

And then finale,

Where the Coliseum round

Is metals sound.

Shoot!

Tell me, why are you afraid

This last step to make?

Come on!

Let it be as you will!

I have paid for my drill…

Goodbye, my angel.

Come on! Pull the trigger!

Shoot!

Tell me, why are you afraid

This last step to make?

Come on!

Let it be as you will!

I have paid for my drill…

Goodbye, my angel.

Come on! Pull the trigger!

Goodbye, my angel…

Shoot…