Шелкопряд [Shelkopryad] [English translation]

Listen, it seems trouble has found me again

I couldn't avert it.

You know, the song is flooding me like water

Through the tracery of my body's banisters.

It makes no difference whether the harp is made of the wing or wing of the harp,

At night the song is pulling on my joints.

She is salty like blood, and so warm,

And she won't leave me alone.

No peace in the day, can't fall asleep at night,

I am turning into a wild garden,

Where the song-vine is climbing

Through my veins and spine.

My days are green, my nights are white,

And the sweet poison smells of grasses.

Where the song-vine is climbing

Through my veins and spine,

A silkworm is pulling the thread.

She wakes up in strangers' embraces

And pretends to be me without shame.

She will take off and fly, but in order to live,

She will take my soul away with her.

No peace in the day, can't fall asleep at night,

I am turning into a wild garden,

Where the song-vine is climbing

Through my veins and spine.

My days are green, my nights are white,

And the sweet poison smells of grasses.

Where the song-vine is climbing

Through my veins and spine,

A silkworm is pulling the thread.