Молочный Коктейль [Molochniy kokteyl] [English translation]

What will be tomorrow - not up to me to decide,

Maybe, I'll be lying with you,

Kissing your eyes

Maybe, in the sunny delirium

Choking with blood, I'll go away,

Filling the bath with the milk

Mixing it with myself

Death is like milk, it's not so easy for you

And sitting in the complete darkness

Say three words, but not to me

To whom, who will be waiting in calmness,

Who will be just begging

Well and next close your eyes, forget about it forever

I know, it'll be so easy, you'll drink milk at night

Death is like milk, it's not so easy for you

To kill that love, that makes the blood flow in the body

By the coastal wave.