Пустота [Pustota] [English translation]

By the inertia in a cloud of light

Undead step the bodies.

I'm breathing out warmed air

But I'm a weak source of heat.

Freezing by the traffic light

Letting out steam from my mouth

Turn away, because soon

The emptiness will tear me apart

Save my photograph on a bookshelf

There I'm in an old overcoat with a cigarette in my mouth.

In an instant I'll tear apart into fragments

And fill the emptiness with myself.

The lips are freezing in a smile

See, I've worn myself out till death

See how the moving corpses

stiffening, continue to spin.

In the sky, there are no longer any signs for us.

The clouds have frozen to the ice.

All the routes lead to the frozen

Eternal cold and emptiness

Save my photograph on a bookshelf

There I'm in an old overcoat with a cigarette in my mouth.

In an instant I'll tear apart into fragments

And fill the emptiness with myself.

Save my photograph on a bookshelf

There I'm in an old overcoat with a cigarette in my mouth.

In an instant I'll tear apart into fragments

And fill the emptiness with myself.

Emptiness...

Emptiness...

Emptiness...

Emptiness...

Emptiness...

Emptiness...

Emptiness...