Курим [Kurim] [English translation]

It's so sad

In a three room flat,

And flat screens

Are not appealing anymore.

Most miserable in the world,

Nerves and cigaretts

And a little bit of alcohol, too.

Against plastic windows

In a thrown away armchair

Lives a simple tramp,

He writes his songs

About the scandals behind these windows

About killograms of ashes

Saga, but...

We're smoking, inhaling with this death

Those bitter minutes,

Those pathetic excuses for our lie, but...

We're smoking, we want everything to be awesome,

Dying each minute,

For with this smoke we're not inhaling life.

Staircases filled with smoke,

Exquisite torment,

And this world is eaiser to be in.

And it's necessary to excuse our sins

As if it is easier.

Not really.

But what then?

What we can do then

If it is so hard to quit

And what do we need then?

We remember God

When things are getting bad, ask him.

We're smoking, inhaling with this death

Those bitter minutes,

Those pathetic excuses for our lie, but...

We're smoking, we want everything to be awesome,

Dying each minute,

For with this smoke we're not inhaling life.