Королевство Кривых [Korolevstvo Krivykh] [English translation]

With lights of billboards

And bright neon lamps

The city keeps hitting me, hurrying time.

I'm not in a rush,

I'm breathing it in,

It won't take away what's always been mine.

One minute, one more! My breeze has not died,

I like it in here in the Kingdom of Crooks.

One minute, just one, one minute, just.., my breeze has not died,

I like it in here in the Kingdom of Crooks.

Here money don't wait

Until it is burned,

Its power to give joy and take it away.

But not to me, no!

I am on my own,

And busy dark streets lure me into the fray.

One minute, one more! My breeze has not died,

I like it in here in the Kingdom of Crooks.

One minute, just one, one minute, just.., my breeze has not died,

I like it in here in the Kingdom of Crooks.

He's busy with play,

And each passerby,

Yes, each passerby's slowing down his step.

But only not me,

I am joyful and drunk,

I am only right now beginning to breathe.