Глаза очерчены углём [Glaza ochercheny uglyom] [English translation]

Eyes are outlined with charcoal, and

drop of Mercury is near lips.

I'd like you be the singing string in my the dancing arms.

What kind of words I would you say, but what's the plot you keep behind,

that all my spells pass you aside.

The open door - I wait for you at one of ashen nights.

Your arms will be entwined by snake of iron hoops.

The only step onto the top...

Nothing less than sin.

May be that's why in this moment you are suspiciously fragile.

Eyes are outlined with charcoal, and you are not

drank off candle-end.

And with the only this caprice

the thoughtless soul is quite.

I hope, this the world will not hit your want.

And in your hands will fall asleep the snake, of iron hoops.