Пост-пост [Post-post] [English translation]

That’s it?

Flowers blooming in parks, kissing students are seen

Birds are tweeting, it sounds so cute

Got my documents back, had a fight with the dean,

Mom, I’m done with the institute.

That was my good friend’s advice,

My plan is not insane

By the early train from Moscow to Yekaterinburg

The forgotten girl’s wandering somewhere in city nooks,

No diploma, no passport, no account on Facebook.

Our country, be shook; our rulers, be worried; and my parents, I’m sorry…

The forgotten girl’s shining, smiling so bright and big

She’s a useless link and a dead-end twig

I’m not a slave to the system for you; better kiss my hair so blue, oh, so blue, so blue!

Cola hiss, waves by the coast

Modern rap and minuet

Sartre’s ridiculous, at most

Modernism no longer thought of

Mental illness diagnosed

That’s because of cigarettes, and

I’m all like post-post

I’m all like meta-meta

I’m all like post-post

I’m all like meta-meta

Roses blooming so clear

School diploma is here

But I feel it is just unfair

Better give back my years

Better give back my tears

Let the papers just lie somewhere

Let them spread all over the table

To remind you about me.

I’m leaving all the credits and labels,

From now on, I’m free.

I’ll find a place to live in

Get tattoos on my skin

And will leave for Saint-Petersburg

I’ll get the job of my dreams

Grandma’s friends will be

Full of envy, I know it for sure

That was my good friend’s advice,

My plan is not insane

By the early train from Moscow…

Cola hiss, waves by the coast

Modern rap and minuet

Sartre’s ridiculous, at most

Modernism no longer thought of

Mental illness diagnosed

That’s because of cigarettes, and

I’m all like post-post

I’m all like meta-meta

I’m all like post-post

I’m all like meta-meta

…and I haven’t come up with an ending yet.