Моральный ущерб [Moralnyi uscherb] [English translation]

Why did I go home

Having walked such a long way?

Why did I go home,

If I'm still not going to be able to fall asleep.

I'll turn on the TV,

Sandwich?...I don't want it.

I'm no longer just upset,

Just falling into the abyss.

My love is still very strong,

It can shake the world with an exhale.

My love is already too weak

To blow a feather off a shoulder.

Pity me, don't hurt

Don't hit an inflamed nerve.

Who then should I blame

For this emotional damage?

Why did I go home?

The friends were sitting at the table,

Over there is someone's family house.

There's someone's comfortable house.

Illusionary comfort.

Unreal life.

Into the coldness of twilight streets

Each went to his own house.

My love is still very blind,

But has already learned to be quiet.

My love is already too weak

To call itself a doctor.

Pity me, don't hurt

Don't hit an inflamed nerve

Who then should I blame

For this emotional damage?

Why did I go home?

If the home just has disarray and awfulness.

Why did I go home?

Why do I always leave?

Into the coldness of twilight streets

Away from love and warmth...

Into the coldness of twilight streets

Away from love and warmth...