Пластмассовая жизнь [Plastmassovaya zhizn'] [English translation]

Kill me.

The light is suddenly turned off.

Ballerina smokes all on nerves

In a pack of cigarettes

Sun's shine is out of place

Last year's snow is still here

Everything in the world is made from plastic

And there's plastic life around.

The trails are straining after

Billions of stars don't matter

Since that time we left the formalities behind

And its not about the sign

Only dead isn't afraid of death

There are posts down the road

Take me away with you

And the sun is cruelly shining above your head

And shadow is shaking in the corner also out of place

Everything in the world is made from plastic

And there's plastic life around.

The trails are straining after

Kill me

Because it's been a long time since i stopped loving you