Пластмассовая жизнь [Plastmassovaya zhizn'] [English translation]

Kill me.

Suddenly light got off.

Ballerina smokes nervously

In pack of cigarettes

Sun lights passing by cash

Last year snow didn't melt yet

Everything made from plastic

And round is plastic life.

Stretching tails

Billions of stars aren't matter now

Since we have been native

And sigh isn't reason

Only dead isn't afraid of death

There are post near to road

Take me with you

Over your head is lighting sun mercilessly

And again passing by the cash

Shadow shrunk into a corner and shaking

Everything made from plastic

And round is plastic life.

Stretching tails

Kill me

Because I cooled down to you many times ago