Мальчик в ракете из стульев [Mal'chik v rakete iz stul'yev] [English translation]

You used to build a rocket of chairs when you where a child

You used to explore the cosmic ocean

Finding signs of life on multiple planets

Capturing amazing aliens

Saving the Earth from death for three thousand times

And the glory, appreciation and respect awaited you everywhere.

But your childhood has ended and all of your dreams falled apart,

The cynic calculation came after the space.

Would the boy in a rocket made of chairs

Be happy to become a shop assistant?

You killed a fairytale in yourself,

You killed the childhood in yourself,

You killed an astronaut in yourself.

You will never see from the space

The Sun rising upon this planet,

You will never become one with stars

And find out their secrets.

You're bending down your back

Selling bread slicing machines.

You will never wake up late in the night

To see the bitter light of starlit sky.