Плачь, но танцуй [Plach', no tancuj] [English translation]

From the male gender, female tears

Don't go off the dance floor, but go crazy

Life is a school, we learn again

Dance from the pain, let it be

Glass, tequila, she won

Kiss her palms, salt and lime

He shouted after her, and she left

And all so dejectedly sang these words

Lady of Fridays, Fridays, Fridays

Blue-blue matrices, matrices, matrices

And she won't lift a finger

Tears do not suit her - you want to cry, but dance

For a minute of happiness we pay with months of pain

Cry, but dance, shedding tears on the dance floor

Cry at the rave not a river, but a whole sea

Cry, but dance, mixing tears with alcohol

For a minute of happiness we pay with months of pain

Cry, but dance, shedding tears on the dance floor

Cry at the rave not a river, but a whole sea

Cry, but dance, mixing tears with alcohol

She'll be here at dawn at five-twenty

Drunk, drunk, drunk is not the right word

She'll tell me to my face that she's no longer ready

So that I leave, leaving the keys at home

She knows about everything, she knows about everyone

Everyone I fell asleep with when I woke up at lunchtime

She was a complete fool, turning a blind eye

She slammed the door and sang these words

Lady of Fridays, Fridays, Fridays

Blue-blue matrices, matrices, matrices

And she won't lift a finger

Tears do not suit her - you want to cry, but dance

For a minute of happiness we pay with months of pain

Cry, but dance, shedding tears on the dance floor

Cry at the rave not a river, but a whole sea

Cry, but dance, mixing tears with alcohol

For a minute of happiness we pay with months of pain

Cry, but dance, shedding tears on the dance floor

Cry at the rave not a river, but a whole sea

Cry, but dance, mixing tears with alcohol