МСКВ [MSKV] [English translation]

On the fine edge of lies

The running blood is

Like a ruby drop.

The fingers are trying to sew

The brow cut,

But to no avail.

The youth is seeping

Like sugar of pink tears

On the paleness of fear.

Adults are lying

And they're doing it seriously -

Doing it boldly and rudely.

And we don't even need an excuse

For the wrath of protest,

The high-voltage current of alien manifestos

Is sparking in our veins,

The nails of rusty ideas, of garbage desires

Are driven into our foreheads,

They weaken the youth day by day

In the captivity of expectations.

Angels are above me,

Above liberated Moscow,

The light snow of silent wings

And one night for all.

Black ink on white brains -

I scribbled the words with knives of crucifixions.

Watch how the head will be rolling on the pavement

While screaming curses

Like a tangle of lies reaching the dirty bleeding legs

Of those, who were shouting:

"This world belongs to you!",

The world of despair.

Angels are above me,

Above liberated Moscow,

The light snow of silent wings

And one night for all.