Комната, лишённая зеркал [Komnata, lishyennaya zerkal] [English translation]

Son of Man, where are you?

Tell me one more time

Tell me honestly, who we are now

Tel me truly where we are now;

I thought everything will be honestly

Silk scarf on my helmet

But it is a battle with the doors closed,

Battle of life with devil knows what

And someone thinks it is a dirty trick

And someone shouts it is fail

and every wortd is a sign that we are

In the room without mirrors

I saw an angel in my dream this night

He looked like Bruce Lee

He brought me liquid for cleaning my brains

A glass of port for the masters of the land

But I was wise and clear

I looked at this affair seriously

And I died choosing an answer,

Though no one asked me a question.

And my friend Lenskiy at the beer stand

Was worrying that litre is too few

And a queue was reciting poetry all together

About a room without mirrors

All of us were taught with love

To look not upward but forward

But love shotts with both of the guns,

Just you take off.

And what can happen if you really admire

One of those noble ladies,

who will stick a pen in your ribs

For they could better imagine the birds

But if I were you I would send them all

To the shooting of the scene about the first ball

And I would laugh looking from the other side of the glass

Of the room without mirrors.

Black people have the sense of rhythm

White ones have the sense of guilt

But there are third ones, without special marks.

They look at women only lower their backs

But I was not counted at all.

I saw this from the side.

I feel it strange to be a lover of muses

been sterilized during the war

where only those who was already dead could survive

And won that one who did not stop -

And only the heroes take the make up with a rasp -

make up of a room without mirrors

And there are two worthy affairs

for those who are above zero:

to sell the postcards with a sight on bald patch,

or wild scream - "Right rudder!"

And it means I am written off as a dead,

and this is my end.

But I am thankful to everyone who was shooting in me,

now i know what lead is.

And someone is laughing like a silver animal,

Looking in the crowded hall,

and i am simply here, I celebrate my joyful dream

About a room without mirrors.