ПростоЧеловек [ProstoChelovek] [English translation]

Again-again I will see in my dreams

broken arms-wings,

eyes, fallen down eyelashes.

I would like to forget, but I didn't,

how we were hoping

and weren't able to pretend,

but we knew: the world wouldn't be as before,

as soon as we are eighteen.

In our real dream as at war: we can't escape anywhere.

Life is blood and snow, but it isn't wine or water.

I'm simply a human and I'm guilty of this.

Hei, fortune, we don't know each other,

you are somewhere in the 25th frame.

How can we leave this coma

and cry to everybody: "De Puta Madre"

Laws - the cunning trick

the crown of the fate race,

and our blood is only the sauce

to our favourite steak of human meat.

"Bye" beats at our temple,

the battery won't die.

Life is blood and snow, but it isn't wine or water.

I'm simply a human and I'm guilty of this.

Life is blood and snow, but it isn't wine or water.

I'm simply a human and I'm guilty of this.

Life is guilty.

Life is guilty.

Life is guilty.

Оh, my god, I'm not guilty of that I exist,

by chance I got such lot, ha, perhaps the honour,

but because of this I sometimes want to drink-love-eat.

It's not enough for me simply to be, it's not enough to be here,

but it's interesting to climb up the walls because of my ache,

I can't be replaced, I'm unique,

as everyone else in this haughty universe,

no captives - this is its slogan or whim,

what a surprise!

The winner will take EVERYTHING,

and you simply obey and pray hard...

Life is blood and snow, but it isn't wine or water.

I'm simply a human and I'm guilty of this.

Life is blood and snow, but it isn't wine or water.

I'm simply a human and I'm guilty of this.