zdes' lish' odno besplodie
dazhe mechti - o nichtozhestve
i luchi solntsa, da luny
ne mogut menya ot smerti spasti
kazhetsya vse isporcheny
grekhi pokrytye predlogami
i bez nadezhdy my zhivem
dal'she ko dnu bez chuvstva idem
there is nothing but infertility here
even dreams are of nothingness
and the rays of the sun and the moon
cannot save me from death
their sins covered in excuses
and without hope we live
continuing numbly towards the bottom
- doroga ko mne, kak doroga v trubku "Mir"
spiral'nyi spusk vniz', k nichemu
ya kusok razrushennoi zhizni, prividenie
chernaya dyra, kotoraya eshche nevolno dyshet
-the road into me is like the road down the Mirny mine
a spiralling decent into nothingness
I'm a life complitely crushed, an apparition
a black hole breathing involuntary
- ya razbyvayu vse zerkala vokrug
terpet' ne mogu dazhe zapakha svoego
ya nichego ne boyus' tak, kak sebya
ya proklinayu etogo chudovishcha, kotorym ya stal
-I shatter all mirrors around me
I cannot even bare my own stench
I fear nothing like I fear myself
and I curse this monstrosity I've become
razbityi, nedvizhimyi
obrechennyi, a vse v zhivykh
broken, immobile
cursed, yet still alive
- v kazhdyi bezrazlichnyi den' ya p'yu butylkami
prosto chtoby zhit' s soboi
chtob ya vyzhil etot den', chtob vyzhil noch'
do rassveta, bez sveta, nezhelannogo mnoyu
-each indifferend day I drink by the bottle
just to be able to live with myself
to survive the day and survive the night
all the way to the next dark dawn
that I never wanted
razbityi, nedvizhimyi
obrechennyi, a vse v zhivykh
broken, immobile
cursedm, yet still alive
oj, bednyj ja...
oj, bednyj ja...
oh, poor me...
oh, poor me...
dazhe mechti - o nichtozhestve
i luchi solntsa, da luny
ne mogut menya ot smerti spasti
kazhetsya vse isporcheny
grekhi pokrytye predlogami
i bez nadezhdy my zhivem
dal'she ko dnu bez chuvstva idem
there is nothing but infertility here
even dreams are of nothingness
and the rays of the sun and the moon
cannot save me from death
their sins covered in excuses
and without hope we live
continuing numbly towards the bottom
- doroga ko mne, kak doroga v trubku "Mir"
spiral'nyi spusk vniz', k nichemu
ya kusok razrushennoi zhizni, prividenie
chernaya dyra, kotoraya eshche nevolno dyshet
-the road into me is like the road down the Mirny mine
a spiralling decent into nothingness
I'm a life complitely crushed, an apparition
a black hole breathing involuntary
- ya razbyvayu vse zerkala vokrug
terpet' ne mogu dazhe zapakha svoego
ya nichego ne boyus' tak, kak sebya
ya proklinayu etogo chudovishcha, kotorym ya stal
-I shatter all mirrors around me
I cannot even bare my own stench
I fear nothing like I fear myself
and I curse this monstrosity I've become
razbityi, nedvizhimyi
obrechennyi, a vse v zhivykh
broken, immobile
cursed, yet still alive
- v kazhdyi bezrazlichnyi den' ya p'yu butylkami
prosto chtoby zhit' s soboi
chtob ya vyzhil etot den', chtob vyzhil noch'
do rassveta, bez sveta, nezhelannogo mnoyu
-each indifferend day I drink by the bottle
just to be able to live with myself
to survive the day and survive the night
all the way to the next dark dawn
that I never wanted
razbityi, nedvizhimyi
obrechennyi, a vse v zhivykh
broken, immobile
cursedm, yet still alive
oj, bednyj ja...
oj, bednyj ja...
oh, poor me...
oh, poor me...