Молодость

English translation

Youth was smoldering, as if in the heel

Stages, dressing rooms, parties, fans

I remember the night with Kent on a bookmark

I was going to stir up the last cash

Now I'm wearing rags, new slippers

It’s just that boy, alas, without looking back

Gone somewhere in the back tens

Along the gray slums, past the fucking landfill

Past the fucking landfill, soft landing

This is my city, it's raining again

Here, if you are shaky, then don’t complain later.

That life brings you down again

Fate has scattered its Easter eggs with traps

Rebuses, puzzles, riddles

It's so unnoticeable here, but quickly

My days float by in black and white, like killer whales

And everything is fine, although sometimes

I'm getting confused here: Friday or Wednesday

Waiting for the moment to strike a spark

So that my heart thaws from ice

Time is like water and it is you and me

Someday it will definitely erase without a trace

That’s why I set a goal for myself

Leave something here that will always be there

Youth was smoldering, as if in the heel

Stages, dressing rooms, parties, fans

I remember the night with Kent on a bookmark

I was going to stir up the last cash

Now I'm wearing rags, new slippers

It’s just that boy, alas, without looking back

Gone somewhere in the back tens

Along the gray slums, past the fucking landfill

Having climbed everything up and down here

It's like I'm standing under my visor in the rain

Again reproach after reproach scurries around in my thoughts

And there’s cold and ice in my chest again

Here again the sky is crying and right at us

Drops are dripping from the clouds, as if from the cheeks

Ringing like glass, because from Ragnarok

Our guardian angel did not save us

What have I gained, what have I lost

Here life films its terrible series and

I’m unlikely to finish watching it, everything is repeated in it

I'm stuck in it on repeat myself

To perk up and everything is in place

Re-arrange, I stubbornly write the material

So that everything was not in vain and my clumsy mistakes

So that no one repeats it again

Youth was smoldering, as if in the heel

Stages, dressing rooms, parties, fans

I remember the night with Kent on a bookmark

I was going to stir up the last cash

Now I'm wearing rags, new slippers

It’s just that boy, alas, without looking back

Gone somewhere in the back tens

Along the gray slums, past the fucking landfill