Мама, Мы Все Тяжело Больны [Mama, Mi Vse Tyazhelo Bol’ny] [English translation]

Grains fell to earth, they cry for rain,

They need rain.

Carve my chest, look inside,

And you will see fire everywhere.

The next day is too late, the next hour is too late,

The next moment - can`t stand up.

If your keys don`t match the door, use your shoulders to knock out the door.

Mama, we`re all terribly ill

Mama, I know: we all have gone insane...

Steel between fingers, clenched fist,

Punch above wrist, tormenting flesh.

Poison in veins instead of blood, slow poison.

Broken world, broken foreheads, a bread, broken in half.

And now someone is crying, someone in silence,

And somebody`s glad, really glad...

Mama, we`re all terribly ill

Mama, I know: we all have gone insane...

You should be strong, you should know how to say:

"Keep you hands off! Keep you hands off me!"

You should be strong or what do you exist for?

How worth will be thousands of words,

When will be important the strength of hands?

And now you`re standing on a shore and thinking "to swim or not to swim"

Mama, we`re all terribly ill

Mama, I know: we all have gone insane...