Пачка сигарет [Pachka sigaret] [English translation]

Watching a strange sky through a stranger’s window, here I sit,

I can see not a single familiar star.

I’ve been up and down every road, oh, so far.

Turning back - nothing‘s left behind, no footprint.

But if you’ve got a pack of cigarettes - in your jeans,

Well, then, things are really not too bad for you today.

And a ticket for a plane with silvery wings

Leaving nothing but a shadow as it flies away.

No one wants to be blamed - without the wine,

No one wants to rake it in for someone else’s gain,

Oh, and dying in the crowd with no music’s so hard,

No one wants to disappear without music, in vain.

But if you’ve got a pack of cigarettes - in your jeans,

Well, then, things are really not too bad for you today.

And a ticket for a plane with silvery wings

Leaving nothing but a shadow as it flies away.