Игра [Igra] [English translation]

It’s a late hour. Everyone is sleeping and you have to sleep.

In the morning at eight the game will commence.

Sun will rise tomorrow at eight.

Strong morning tea and strong morning ice.

Two of rules of the game. If you break them – you’ve gone.

In the morning you’ll be sorry that you are awake

But right now trees are knocking with their branches to window glasses

You can get to bed and sleep and murder this night

Trees are scratch ink dark glass like beasts

It’s not too late to get to bed and sleep on this night

No rings, no footsteps, no tingling of keys,

Just a faint tick-tocking of your bedside clock.

Everyone around is a long time asleep.

Just days are dripping from time

Like a water from a tap.

You’ll go woodcutting just to find that it’s all done.

But right now trees are knocking with their branches to window glasses

You can get to bed and sleep and murder this night

Trees are scratch ink dark glass like beasts

It’s not too late to get to bed and sleep on this night