Месяц [Mesyetz] [English translation]

The stars were waltzing in the sky,

Walking the crescent to the war.

With his drunken eyes fixed,

The crescent howled at the moon in grief:

Chorus:

"I'll come back, bitch, I'll come back,

In one fight, in one or two.

I'll find, bitch, I'll find

Everyone, bitch, who's been with you"

And he loved the sky painfully,

Tearing the stars in half.

And the stars were crying in love,

And he was screaming in pain himself.

[Chorus]

And he loved the sky painfully,

Tearing the stars in half.

And the stars were crying in love,

And he was screaming in pain himself.

[Chorus 2x]