Налей мне [Naley mne] [English translation]

I am so tired of not allowing myself.

I can't breathe without you.

As if someone has pierced my trachea...

I can't see what's behind the walls,

And there are so many beautiful things,

It's spring again, and the gold in ice hockey...

The traffic, cars, rail stations, compartments,

People, champagne, canape...

The slides are changing too fast.

I wish I could sift all this volume,

So that we could be left on our own,

There, where there is fire and sparks sent up into the sky.

Pour me, my beautiful,

Pour me -- the last one!

Pour me.

One can't see the play behind these backs.

Pour me another and...

I will sing.

I wish I were at the Abrau-Durseau with a glass in my hand,

But I am like one of Madame Tussauds' dolls:

They hug me and take pictures...

Glimpsing 180 on the circle,

I feel that everything is coming to the end,

And it's somewhere there -- at the next turn.

And the angel assigned to Kurkino*

Is playing domino with the blue-collar workers

Waving his hand, as if saying: sort it out yourself!

It's not air -- an explosive mixture!

I don't understand why I am here,

On this street, in this city,

Under these skies.