Нимфоманка [Nimfomanka] [English translation]

Hard for the wind to drag us along

Dropped by the wind we fall on the ground

You only work together with wine

Forced by delirium state of mind.

Sound of you speaking

Is door latch squeaking

In an old, strange apartment

A cheesy book and

A cheapest ciggy

Are all the things in the world you own.

Are you undressing?

Stop, don’t you go below

Get under my skin

Do not reach for my fly.

Flask of spirits,

Heavy gasping.

Oh, will you eat my soul up,

Nymphomaniac!

Grinning with the glazed tiles she pulls up her t-shirt

Time to put the Mandelstam’s book back onto the high shelf

Spent my morning burning poems, all the lines go bye-bye

Check the ashes. See the balanced chaos of the verses?

Past the roofs, past the doors I fly by far and wide

I’ve forgotten my home, left my temple behind

You’ll become lost to me, not a memory to show

You are heavenly plain, nonetheless I will go.

Are you undressing?

Stop, don’t you go below

Get under my skin

Do not reach for my fly.

Flask of spirits,

Heavy gasping.

Oh, will you eat my soul up,

Nymphomaniac!