На кухне [Na kukhne] [English translation]

You smoked right in the kitchen

And I always breathed smoke

Today, tomorrow everything will collapse

This is something like a finale

We have nothing more to share

And we have nothing to say to each other

I'm so afraid of what's inside me

Even stronger, I'm afraid to understand you

It’s like I know you for a very long time

And I don’t seem to know anything

Drunk and infinitely short

That was our love

You know, we did everything right

But if with a guitar, then come in

Ask, "Why are the nights white?"

I will answer, "I burn bridges"

Come, only you come

Let's sit forever in the kitchen

On holidays, on weekdays

No matter when

Come to me at least sometimes

Tell, only you tell

About how your affairs really

Come on week

See you again

Only without a word about love, please

Come, only you come

Let's sit forever in the kitchen

On holidays, on weekdays

No matter when

Come to me at least sometimes

Tell, only you tell

About how your affairs really

Come on week

See you again

Only without a word about love, please

Ask, "How is the weather there?"

I will answer, "No precipitation"

I'm sorry I’ve been dreaming for half a year already

In the same dream

But not very sweet

I'm sorry if I'm hurting

I'm sorry, but today it’s necessary

I speak and it seems I'm calm

But there’s some kind of sediment on my soul

Close the window, the courtyard is noisy

And I can hardly hear you

We were lost among the empty rooms,

Cities, streets. Seeking us everywhere

On the hut as in the head a mess

In the head, as in the hut - a brothel

Better let it stay like this

Eighth floor, waiting, open door

Come, only you come

Let's sit forever in the kitchen

On holidays, on weekdays

No matter when

Come to me at least sometimes

Tell, only you tell

About how your affairs really

Come on week

See you again

Only without a word about love, please

Come, only you come

Let's sit forever in the kitchen

On holidays, on weekdays

No matter when

Come to me at least sometimes

Tell, only you tell

About how your affairs really

Come on week

See you again

Only without a word about love, please