Мается [Maetsya] [English translation]

Toiling, toiling - the life doesn't work out

Whether with wine in public or alone with someone else

Toiling, toiling: now he sins then he repents

But he still wouldn't admit he is the reason.

Toiling, toiling: now he sins then he repents

Either dust in the field or the father's house;

Toiling, toiling now he falls asleep then he opens yap

But he still wouldn't admit he is the reason.

You seem to be building, but it all flies to pieces;

You seem to be speaking, but it's always about the wrong issue.

Unless you drink it doesn't work out

And when you do drink, you groan for nothing...

Toiling, toiling now he falls asleep then he opens yap

Whether with wine in public or alone with someone else

Toiling, toiling: God knows where he gads around,

But he still wouldn't admit he is the reason.

Maybe the head of mine is attached to the wrong spot;

Maybe I lied too much and can't bear the burden anymore.

I'd breathe, but my chest is squeezed;

I would walk out, but's it's scarier out there than in here...

Toiling, toiling, the track is getting ever narrower;

Whether with wine in public or alone with someone else

Toiling, toiling, look, he's about to break down;

Why wouldn't he admit that he is the only reason...

In a tiny little white wallet the copper money lies

In the golden baptistery - darkness and prison are;

Sky is chained, but the links in it are broken;

As you'll go to mend it, you'll understand everything