Мотыльки [Motyl'ki] [English translation]

(Moths are flying…)

On the high heels, I will shoot you at point-blank range

Having left the trace on your lips, from my Dior lipstick

In the white overcoat, I’ll take you away on the black car

So that no one steals you from me

Moths are flying to the little lights

You’re gone now, whoah, what a night

Moths are flying, they die straight away

And I'm not ashamed of myself at all

Moths are flying…

* * *

I'll have a cigarette and extinguish its butt on your shadow

On the wet white cheek, your main day will stiffen

On the high heels, I’ll wrap you in a black plastic bag

Having left the trace on your lips – pow! – and, now, you’re gone

Moths are flying to the little lights

You’re gone now, whoah, what a night

Moths are flying, they die straight away

And I'm not ashamed of myself at all

You’re not leaving my head

I see your eyes right in front of me

I don’t need these moths

I don’t want to go back

That’s hypnosis, you've left me your perfume

Countless questions, but no answers, just noise

It’s either I forget about you or get you

And be with you forever, you’d make me feel high as never

You surely would, ‘cause you’re a firework

I have a shortage of you

And, yeah, it seems I’m in big trouble

I don’t understand whether that's good or bad

That you’re unavailable now

Moths are flying to the little lights

You’re gone now, whoah, what a night

Moths are flying, they die straight away

And I'm not ashamed of myself at all

Moths are flying to the little lights

You’re gone now, whoah, what a night

Moths are flying, they die straight away

And I'm not ashamed of myself at all

Moths are flying…