Новая жизнь с подгоревшей яичницы [Novaya zhizn' s podgorevshey yaichnitsy] [English translation]

Forgive me for not being able to be there for you always,

For being somewhere far away when you need me

And don't try to find another sense in my words

'Cause the only thing I wanted to say is

Something dictates us our thoughts

Draws our dreams and burns our letters.

We will wake up late and start

A new life with a burnt omelette

And you will fall asleep alone again

When the city is waking up

And I will loose my mind again

Driving farther and farther away...

But I'll come back

Something dictates us our thoughts

Draws our dreams and burns our letters.

We will wake up late and start

A new life with a burnt omelette