Огонь [Ogon'] [English translation]

People, like moths, fly to the light.

One after the other dreams of leaving their trace.

Like scraps of newspapers, their words burn

For that which is worth the dream of fire in the eyes.

Its beauty smolders in the palms of the fire.

The luster rules the world, for the weekend/day off.

They scold in the fog, the voices of the news, they dance in disorder.

In the laws of power, someone rows quickly, and someone drowns.

Businessmen, like wolves, howl at the moon.

Profit and gain control the people.

You have to sell yourself to become who you are.

I don’t want to become the back vocals in the night.

I’m not ready to take a chance with my investment.

I can’t find love with closed eyes.

I’m not like you, I’m not like you.

They exchange business cards the way they breathe.

Love is exchanged like things in the stock exchange.

The shaking of hands, the will of another.

Crows portion our gains.

People under hypnosis run around in a fluster.

The train of success doesn’t wait for anyone for very long.

Blurred path, currency dynamics.

They sing karaoke without hitting the notes.

Unnecessary work, this is income.

For those who don’t understand the creative dawn.

The creative flight is difficult in this Universe.

It’s impossible for us to understand each other.

I don’t want to become the back vocals in the night.

I’m not ready to take a chance with my investment.

I can’t find love with closed eyes.

I’m not like you, I’m not like you.

And somewhere far away, somewhere deep on the bottom

Lurks my world, unexpressed.

And I don’t fight and don’t aspire to extinguish the city’s sadness

Which is my home, warmed by the sun.

I don’t want to become the back vocals in the night.

I’m not ready to take a chance with my investment.

I can’t find love with closed eyes.

I’m not like you, I’m not like you.