Музыка странного сна [Muzyka strannogo sna] [English translation]

His heart is beating like a drum

Silencing the external sounds

Making hands and legs

Move with a hectic rhythm

His heart is a cello

And its strings are tense

They are being patted, then pulled by fingers

Then rankled by a springy fiddle-bow

Chorus:

I'm sitting down and don't know what to do

Sensations made me drunk

I'm listening to the wind music

And the strange dream music

I'm starting to break out

The sounds are building up, but

My voice and fingers are trembling

Because they are unable to transmit everything

His heart is like a flute

Compressed air passes through it

The little holes in its flesh

Are opening and closing

He wants to sing really gently

But it turns out to sound like bass

His blood is vibrating through the strings

Phrases are buzzing and pulsating

Chorus

A guitar was ringing so loudly that

It was impossible to hear a scream

Because the pain of a last drop

Sings very quietly

Weak buttons were pushed

And a violin was gently played with

And i'm afraid i can't hide

This silly strange smile

Chorus