Глюкоза [Glukoza] [English translation]

Fish in the sea, but the water has turned solid,

The longer I am dying, the truer I am alive,

Glucose…

In the splinters of bees,

I seek their wounds,

Their sadness is sweet to me.

My train is backing forward,

And the time is like wax,

I am coming back, but can’t recognize myself.

Glucose…

In the splinters of bees,

I sing from the eyes of fireflies

With worn out love.

In the dusk the darkness is lighter…

I am not the same I was….

In the dusk the light is darker,

And the water is solid.

There beyond the dead river

The Death is walking with a cane,

But the grass is alive

Under her feet.

And you won’t make your love a habit.

I am so far, and who can find my trace?

Glucose…

In the splinters of sadness.

I look at bees till tears form,

And their nails dig into me.

So, go away, leave this place without pity.

I hate all that could have been mine.

Glucose…

Smoke is in the hives.

The bread of slaves is bitter,

But the poison of freedom is so sweet.