Русская рулетка [Russkaya ruletka] [English translation]

Through the anxious dusk,

Smoke of the cigarettes,

The flame's nervious flame is reflected in mirror

I'm sitting behind the table

On the table there's a pistol

I'm playing a game for strong men

I'm laughing at myself

I'm drawing me a moustache

You don't know for sure who am I

I'm the energy of an explosion

I'm the echo of a storm

I'm not dangerous yet

But only yet

You don't know yet, how much will all of this

Be in earnest

I have two hours till dusk

And another unresolved question

Who are we?

Strangers from different worlds?

Or are we, maybe,

Accidental victims

Of spontaneous gusts?

You know how hard is it

To pull the trigger

This world

Is so beatiful one second before the explosion

Yesterday you unintentionally

Lost your shadow

And today not you, but it pays me a visit

We will play a bit

Here in the darkness

The pistol, me, and the shadow

Try to understand

I don't know, alas,

How much all of this was in earnest

Your shadow, unfortunately, cannot give me an answer

To this simple question:

Who are we?

Strangers from different worlds?

Or are we, maybe,

Accidental victims

Of spontaneous gusts?

You know how hard is it

To pull the trigger

This world

Is so beatiful one second before the explosion

We will punish each other

With the highest measure of dispair

To erase this evening from our memories

Here's only one bullet

Don't be upset

I'm spinning the cylinder

And this bullet is mine

And now i know for sure, how much all of this

Is in earnest

Because the silence is also an answer to my ridiculous question:

Who are we?

Strangers from different worlds?

Or are we, maybe,

Accidental victims

Of spontaneous gusts?

You know how hard is it

To pull the trigger

This world

Is so beatiful one second before the explosion

Who are we?

Who are we?