Доедешь пиши [Doedesh' pishi] [English translation]

As soon as you get in, text me

Rush that incidental driver, let him hurry

Your eyes are like in a Vichy commercial

I look into them and feel relieved

If asked, tell them you don't know me

The moment you're set free fly like a bullet through doors

And landings. Wave down a taxi driver and rush him

As soon as you get in, text me....

I used to study sex

In detail - horizontally-

But I seem to have missed on something

I know it from the times of parents' bedrooms

Capabilities are not everything

I'm sure to be a bad dancer

And if you never missed veins with your syringe

You might as well spit on the floor and get me in the face all right

And my bro is thrown onto the floor, AKA thrust against the shoulder blade

And now the glass is half empty*

My number will light up on the lcd in the pocket of my jacket

And you, please throw over your jacket and hurry

Which sofa we'll be getting older on is yet to be decided

As soon as you get in, text me to soothe my soul

It's high time for us, no fussing

Throw over your jacket, pick your bag

Cocaine goes into the sink, cash goes fifty-fifty

We won't admit even 50 per cent of guilt

To a lucky life - good luck!

A swat team is impatiently banging for welcome

Blaring they'll batter down the door

I smiled and took my loved one into my arms

Calmed her down and said everything was all right

Joked about the go-go men in the cops uniform

They will start undressing the moment you open the door

And you were ready to buy it.

I'm thrown onto the floor, AKA thrust against my shoulder blade

You're in tears and I can't even give you a hankie

Your mascara is on your face, it's said to be waterproof, a sheer lie

Take it back to L'Etoile tomorrow and claim the refund.

Chorus X2

As soon as you get in, text me

Rush that incidental driver, let him hurry

Your eyes are like in a Vichy commercial

I look into them and feel relieved

If asked, tell them you don't know me

The moment you're set free fly like a bullet through doors

And landings. Wave down a taxi driver and rush him

As soon as you get in, text me....

Who goes where? Me - behind the bars

And we are not together with our own selves any more

And you're strolling under the street lamps totally on your own

But mind you, I'll be a shadow behind

The extension of yours

At that very moment