Мальчик [Mal'chik] [English translation]

The guy are running on the road,

Knocking down the poles.

Disobedient foots say to him

"We will bring you, but no one step to back"

The guy wants to be God

But it's so hard

And so sadly, and so lonely

He had said it to my eyes when he was drunk

There isn't money, there isn't sex

Music dead – there isn't guy

There isn't money, there isn't sex, music dead

The guy forgot on the way

To where he run.

He run, grew stronger and grew the sting

And 'cuz of it - hard to run

Goes by rains, by lantern

Goes by dreams and by insomnias

Faster to be in time and memorize everything

Swallowing smiles of people avidly

There isn't money, there isn't sex

Music dead – there isn't guy

There isn't money, there isn't sex, music dead