Svetlana et Maïakovski [English translation]

[Verse 1]

And I'd really like to show you that no days look alike

Every night has its own stories of love and blood

Her little face in the mirror has some sadness to spare

She'll go and steal their book of spells, the rainbows and angels

It's raining tears, and tears, lost souls up in the sky

And this lady has torturous looks for the most vicious ones

Welcome to the flames of Pigalle, the dark nights

The Romantic City's hidden face

She's dancing like Salome in the Bible, making everyone dizzy

I look into her drunk eyes, Paris is a celebration

Svetlanna gets in touch with her friends, lies about her life on the internet

The princess of túndra is just whore in Paris

She hides to cry, while drying her tears she understood

That she was drying up her dreams, that here, it's like the cold war without a truce

In the early morning, back to the attic room

With a smell that haunts the deads, and the pimp knocking's coldness

[Chorus]

And when you sleep

Can you feel the north wind ?

I know it's cold outside

But answer me, are you dead ?

Are you dead ?

Were you scared to death because of them

The sun is rising, you are done

And you bite, and you bite others

[Verse 2]

She shaves her head for her feminist side

Guys don't see nothing on the Kama river

She was irresistible

Depression scratched her body that she exhibits on the sidewalk

Her eyes soaked in alcohol tell us her nightmares

But anyway, who gives a damn if the Earth isn't going in circles ?

Are we even lending a hand ? Anyway

Who gives a damn about helping their neighbor

Svetlanna's solitary and it's best like this

It's all fire inside her head when she paces

She thinks of yesterday, of her parents she arguably won't ever see again

Of the children of the village that would run after her

At half past midnight she's working, despite the wind and snow

The polluted sky keeps its stars, for it she owns no priviledge

She re-invents herself being a rockstar, or a collection's lost love

Until some bastard of a client, will act discourteous again

Obliged to fake, that she likes the stranger laying down in her bed

Her mind recites, some Maiakovski poems

You see, in fact there are different ways to escape

Him, fucking, and her, thinking

Her frozen body and her icy breath

[Chorus]

And when you sleep

Can you feel the north wind ?

I know it's cold outside

But answer me, are you dead ?

Are you dead ?

Were you scared to death because of them

The sun is rising, you are done

And you bite, and you bite others