Привет [Privet] [English translation]

In scattered...

In scattered...

In scattered childhood I write a letter

For me forwards, there mom is setting the table

And windingly, but honestly the path with a beaten arm

Leads me to the tired youth.

I walk home beaten again, yes,

And I so want to turn sideways

There, where night plays the Moon

And sings something.

And I'm with her; and I'm with her

I'm getting drunk at fifteen (fifteen),

And so greedily I grab at the fingers (at the fingers),

And madly want to fall asleep right on the ground.

"Warm up!" — I shout tearing off the shell for her (shell for her),

But calls bother me from getting ready to leave (getting ready to leave),

And to pick up — it means to understand that I'm at the bottom again.

Hello.

Well, hello! Well, hello! (na-na-na).

Well, hello! Well, hello! And, I'm with her.

Well, hello! Well, hello! (na-na-na).

Well, hello! Well, hello, to you.

Wind rose. Native district will remind of itself to me.

It's on my palm, and the lines of fate are on it

Cross into one.

Sky - don't judge! I was drunk, I was young.

Youth. Only memories

Can return us back.

Sad. The answers are hidden

In strange feelings - feel them.

Hey!

Mom, there's no time - I need to run,

This big world awaits me.

There, we burn down in flames; and this fire,

I believe, warms up others.

Mom - don't chide. No way without mistakes,

Without mistakes I couldn't have done it.

I hear your voice, and don't see,

But feel - tears are rolling down, ma.

I write a letter to myself forwards

There mom is setting the table

And windingly, but honestly the path with a beaten arm

Leads me to the tired youth

I walk home beaten again, yes,

And I so want to turn sideways

There, where night plays the Moon

And sings something.

And I, I'm with her! Well, hello! Well, hello (na-na-na).

Well, hello! Well, hello! And I'm, here!

Well, hello! Well, hello (na-na-na).

Well, hello! Well, hello, to you.