Раз, два [Raz, dva] [English translation]

One, two, five, one, well, perhaps, I shall soon reach the end of the line,

Every day grants me a droplet of lead, every day, hour.

My home, where are you? Even if you exist then why I need thee?

If a feast is going on behind wall.

Only glass of the window I see.

Ah, day, night, the lights take a walk.

The slight tremor cascaded through house walls,

Bright street lights picked me up in embrace,

Softly whisper: "No escape!"

Years after months - time always flies,

But what kind of footsteps does it leave after self?

I am trying to follow these foot steps myself,

But nowhere they lead me but skies.

My eyes got up and now live

On facades of the houses, dressed all in fashion.

Surprised radio voice rapidly sings

About bad and good weather conditions.

Every moment - only ahead.

My mechanical heart does not let rest at all.

Wait a bit, I just have to look back,

Maybe someone from past still calls.

One, two, five, one, well, perhaps, I shall soon reach the end of the line,

Every day grants me a droplet of lead, every day, hour.