Несовпадения [Nesovpadeniya] [English translation]

The carriage on the underground had shut its door,

It had stolen your eyes, your eyes are somewhere there,

I don't know where to look for them there (I'm somewhere there)

And that's not fair (You are somewhere there)

His majesty chance has a tacit meaning, whether you get lucky or you get unlucky...

It's a random number generator…

That's not fun… that's not fair

There is a crossroad for two fallings

There's a clash of two instances of bad luck

Disparities are a shot at dreams

And we lack just one moment.

The digital phone made a mistake,

And here's your voice, only it's not familiar (your voice)

(Sorry, I made a mistake, I dialed the wrong number, I couldn't guess correctly),

…it's not known yet, i.e. the voice (I've guessed correctly but I didn't know it, I didn't know you then)

To be or not to be,

It's a theory of probability,

Either Einstein or Shakespeare

How can I find you? Should I walk the whole world to find you?..

That's not fun, the world is large,

That's not fair.

There's no schedule at the crossroads of the macrocosm

There's only a chaos of permanent under-meetings there

And the touching of shoulders with strangers

There is a crossroad for two fallings

There's a clash of two instances of bad luck

The disparities don't loan anything

We had missed each other by one (short) instant.