Горький туман [Gor'kiy tuman] [English translation]

She’s not into songs, or the wine to sup

The war like a hound is on our path

She is laid-up

In astral dance of star-crossed souls

In graceful hands our spacious world

Has been cooling off.

The star constellations appear to distort

The train-wrecks of people go down the slope

He’s way too old

On those lips so often kissed

And in the springtime garden is

A cross, a wreath

Her face to the wall as she lies asleep

He’s dumb in the kitchen for heavy drinks

Absinthe of dreams. Absinthe of haze

A smashed down boat, abandoned pier

A mermaid on stones is singing grief

It’s self-repeat

It’s self-pretense

An angel can have nor a tail nor horns

A horse never falls for the swishing thong

A bridge to burn

The ravenous riders show themselves

The fruit get rotten, the eyes get sore

From lilac haze

This sign is engraved on a rusty key

Thy heart will be where thy treasure is

Someone cognized

The fire is out, hush rules your home

With only angels singing for

This final time

Her face to the wall as she lies asleep

He’s dumb in the kitchen for heavy drinks

Absinthe of dreams.

Absinthe of haze

A smashed down boat, abandoned pier

A mermaid on stones is singing grief

It’s self-repeat

It’s self-pretense

It’s self-repeat

It’s self-pretense

Absinthe of dreams

Absinthe of haze