Крошка [Kroshka] [English translation]

[verse 1]

She scribbles verses on a napkin

At a bar-stand until morning

A girl with a guitar drops tears

Onto a blouse from Zara

Take your change and

Tie those hoarse [vocal] cords into a knot

Entrust and don't cry: everything will turn out

Different, like in a fairy tale

[refrain X 2]

Your singing blows minds

But a lurch and you'll find yourself falling

Wake up, baby — you are selling out

You are selling out, selling out

[verse 2]

You won't call your former girlfriends

Won't take them backstage

Perhaps they will see you

On a bag of chips, advertising

On someone's t-shirt in a crumpled mosh-pit,

On all the bank machines

You will boldly accept any form of payment

Cash or credit

[refrain X 2]

[Verse 3]

No room in the hall, the show has sold out

A plane carries you off, away from the empty Streets and worn is the seat

From which a little girl reads

verses to her mom