Русская рулетка [Russkaya ruletka] [English translation]

Across the worrying dusk,

The smoke of cigarettes,

The candle's flame is reflected in the nervous mirror.

I am seated at the table

There is a pistol on the table

I am playing a game intended for strong men.

I laugh at myself.

I draw moustaches on myself

You don't know exactly who I am.

I am the energy of an explosion.

I am the echo of a storm.

For an instant I am not dangerous,

But only for an instant.

You don't even know how much all of this

Will be serious.

I stay for two hours in front of the dawn

And still a question remains unresolved:

Who are we? -

Do unknown people come from different worlds?

Or are we, perhaps,

Collateral victims

Of spontaneous anger?

You know just how hard it is

To pull the trigger,

This world

Is so beautiful a second before the explosion...

Yesterday, you lost your shadow

Inadvertently,

And today, it's not you, but she who pays me a visit,

We're going to play a little

Here in the obscurity:

The pistol, me, and the shadow

Try to understand...

Alas, I don't know anything else

How all this was serious.

Your shadow, unfortunately, cannot reply

To my simple question:

Who are we? -

Do unknown people come from different worlds?

Or are we, perhaps,

Collateral victims

Of spontaneous anger?

You know just how hard it is

To pull the trigger,

This world

Is so beautiful a second before the explosion...

We punish one another

With the highest level of despair,

To remove this night from our memory...

Here there is nothing other than a ball,

Don't worry.

I turn the cylinder,

And this ball is for me....

And now I know perfectly how all this

Is serious,

Because the silence is equally the response to my absurd question:

Who are we? -

Do unknown people come from different worlds?

Or are we, perhaps,

Collateral victims

Of spontaneous anger?

You know just how hard it is

To pull the trigger,

This world

Is so beautiful a second before the explosion...

Who are we?

Who are we?