Нецке [Netske] [English translation]

I'm burning out and burning again, burning out, but at midnight to the wood by the fireplace

With a pale grin, the brain throw itself and cracking, and weaving a lace.

The night is weightless and just as important, as to swim in to the dreams on the right side

Pressing against your shoulder blades and eyelashes, and then in the temple, straight.

Chorus:

What if we could freeze forever in transcription of the stars

Like Netsuke figurines in the wale sadness from daydreams,

In order of easy lift off and smooth step away

And when we manage to fall asleep, not to be afraid.

I'm burning out and burning again, to hell many a years- hold on!

Still alive, my shortsighted brain,

That's how under the hull the ships are burning, hiding it's suicides

smelling like sulfur the burns of the earth

Chorus:

What if we could freeze forever in transcription of the stars

Like Netsuke figurines in the wale sadness from daydreams,

In order of easy lift off and smooth step away

And when we manage to fall asleep, not to be afraid.

I'm burning out and burning again!!! In the mixture of flowers, all red

The brain is curious- squeezing the tar, to die its not ready yet.

But! what was still alive yesterday, what was yesterday still part of me

Turning in to a silky snow and by handful melts in the sea.

Chorus:

What if we could freeze forever in transcription of the stars

Like Netsuke figurines in the wale sadness from daydreams,

In order of easy lift off and smooth step away

And when we manage to fall asleep, not to be afraid.