Новые люди [Novye lyudi] [English translation]

Trolleybus froze at a trolleybus station

A worn out mechanic mixed up the wires

And turned off the bulbs of forty electric lights

People at night make new people

Such thin walls out of coloured cardboard

In light-gray castles out of glass and concrete

Trusting everything, that is weaved out of daily news

People at night make new people

People scream, gasping out of happiness

And groan so sweetly, and breathe so rapidly

That you'd want to move faster with every second

Making, making, making new people

People think in Leningrad and Rome,

That death is something, that happens to others,

That life will continue turning the big wheel

Can you hear, in the kitchen the hands on the clock froze

But it's okay, it's okay - they'll grieve and then forget

After a while there will be new people

The trolleybuses are driving without the dimensional lights

People at night make new people

People scream, gasping out of happiness

And groan so sweetly, and breathe so rapidly

That you'd want to move faster with every second

Making, making, making new people

People like making new people so much