Понедельник [Ponedelʹnik] [English translation]

Silent breakfasts with coffee in the kitchen

We've been suffocating in Twitter and Facebook

And when the day is ending

We're parting ways in bed, maybe it's enough?

This facade is as inappropriate as ever.

Some people actually pay for love.

It's like we're co-workers

Just saying the obligatory "Good morning".

Do you want tea? The stamp is tearing us into rags.

Coffee, and silence screams so loudly.

Suddenly, deafening, like you're wearing earplugs,

And if this is love, then why do I feel so high and sick?

Chorus:

The draft is carrying away thoughts into the cracks, my behaviour has gotten more rough.

In reality, it turned out that we've cooled off. You silently wrote: "Monday."

The draft is carrying away thoughts into the cracks, my behaviour has gotten more rough.

In reality, it turned out that we've cooled off. You silently wrote: "Monday."

Let's not rehearse playing a family.

Let's call it a tie in this fight between our personalities.

Calm down, I'm not screaming.

Stop being hysterical, you wanna be mine - then just be.

The song about love, isn't about love. Everything is about you, but not for you.

Leave this moment for yourself, hold all the warmth in my hand with your hand.

And flowers won't cut it here, words aren't enough either.

Try, but it's unlikely - you can't turn back life.

Hide-and-seek in the apartment, it's time to accept it.

Soon it'll be too late to change anything.

And let our days burn out, it's a familiar thing for us.

Every Monday we try again and again

Waking up on a sleepy morning, we try not become strangers.

Chorus:

(as above)