Двигаться дальше [Dvigat'sya dal'she] [English translation]

Moving ahead,

How it's terrible Moving ahead,

I build up a house, it's getting narrow at home,

There's slush in the street.

The wind and lune, apricot flowers -

What an astringent sweet;

The wind and lune, the same thing all the time;

I wonna make a step.

The ones born in the grass, killed with the a sword,

We think, it matters.

And someone's laughing, watching from that side -

Yes, it's the master of illusion.

Simple words, their strange links -

What an undeniable mrthod!

And I see the songs, the same ones all the time:

I wonna make a step.

Sometimes it's strange,

Sometimes it's more than me;

I can hardly say,

The way it make me do,

It's asking me for

Moving ahead,

How it's terrible Moving ahead.

But I still remember this place,

When it wasn't crowded here.

I'm leaving these flowers

For the ones who'll come after;

May God give you the rest,

Until you won't desire

To make a step...