Из мышеловки [Iz myshelovki] [English translation]

The dirt's not yet washed off the skin,

But there's no longer fear

So a passerby went silent,

He watches in surprise.

Her movements are awkward

As if out of a mousetrap

As if out of a mousetrap

She has just escaped.

To three words til collapsing,

To a second birth

To a second birth

Drink til midnight alone.

Alternating in her bosom,

Now there was ash, now a diamond.

Now slyly, now arrogantly

Night squinted its eyes.

Her movements are awkward

As if out of a mousetrap

As if out of a mousetrap

She has just escaped.

To three words til collapsing,

To a second birth

To a second birth

Drink til midnight alone.

And the laughter of shining fools

Won't be crippling anymore,

For on her shoulders leapt

A wet angel from the clouds.

Her movements...

Her movements are awkward

As if out of a mousetrap

As if out of a mousetrap

She has just escaped.