Sat Otkucava [English translation]

The clock is ticking

The king in every club,

ordering rounds,

who, with whom, when and where, that's what you decide

you quickly undress me with your look, for a minute or two,

offering everything you've got, everything I don't need.

But the clock is ticking and I feel like sleeping, but not with you

I don't fall for that sort, so that I don't get damaged, and regret everything

From a kiss to a parting, that connection is thin,

I need somebody, to protect and cover me up, when he drinks

As an alcoholic nation, to all of us a glance shines

I need somebody, to protect and cover me up, when drinking

When I give my lips, I don't want regrets.

I was only dancing, the club caught fire.

You poured drinks over everything, the euros and the booths

Why more impudent, to you its clearer,

Totally kill yourself with drink, you were born for oblivion