Танцуй [Tantsuy] [English translation]

A wave is crushing on the shore,

A wave is crushing and raving.

And the stars fall down inside the collar,

And the Plough in the sky is upside down.

The thoughts in the head got mixed,

Barefoot with a bottle of whiskey

We're exploring this shore,

A wave is crushing and raving.

Around are water, sand and stones.

We're measuring the time in gulps.

All the others have disappeared.

We were pulled like magnets

To each other, then to the shore.

A wave is crushing and raving.

And the stars fall down inside the collar,

And the Plough in the sky is upside down.

One more gulp, and we burn

In one, two, three,

Later don't wait and miss.

To hell with your Third Rome1,

Catch my rhythm.

Dance, dance, dance,

Dance, dance, dance!

We oddly found ourselves together,

Taking the same brew of poison.

Now we're taking whiskey,

And the thoughts in the head got mixed.

Around are water, sand and stones,

We're measuring the time in gulps.

We're exploring this shore,

A wave is crushing and raving.

I want to fall asleep and not to wake up,

To go to sea and not to come back,

Or to come back together

With you, that's much more interesting.

With you, everything is so interesting

Around, not at all crowding,

Without squares, terminals, stations,

Without all those civilizations.

Another gulp, and we burn

In one, two, three,

Later don't wait and miss.

To hell with your Third Rome,

Catch my rhythm.

Dance, dance, dance,

Dance, dance, dance!

Dance, a wave is crushing on the shore,

A wave is crushing and raving.

Dance, a star falls down inside the collar,

And the Plough in the sky is upside down.

Dance, the thoughts in the head got mixed,

Pass me the bottle of whiskey,

Pass me the bottle of poison -

We need nothing more.

We need nothing more:

The whiskey makes our heads go round,

With you, I'm no longer crowded,

And the Plough in the sky returned to its place.

Pass me the bottle of whiskey -

You read my thoughts...

And the stars fall down inside the collar,

And the Plough in the sky is upside down.

Another gulp, and we burn

In one, two, three,

Later don't wait and miss.

To hell with your Third Rome,

Catch my rhythm.

Dance, dance, dance,

Dance, dance, dance!

Another gulp, and we burn

In one, two, three,

Later don't wait and miss.

To hell with your Third Rome,

Catch my rhythm.

Dance, dance, dance,

Dance, dance, dance!

Dance, dance, dance,

Dance, dance, dance!

Dance, dance, dance,

Dance, dance...

1. = Moscow?