Ты кукла из папье-маше [Ti kukla iz pap'e-mashe] [English translation]

You are a foam stuffed paper doll,

Your world is cloudless expanse.

In your toy soul, so sweet and small,

The sadness won't fit, given chance.

The minutes pass, put me in trance,

But you get prettier in spite.

The sadness won't fit, given chance,

In your toy soul, so small and bright (and bright).

You are all silence and repose -

Can't be unraveled or explained.

Since we already got so close,

Become my solace preordained.

I will be looking straight at you,

Not knowing what to do.

I will be burning just for you,

I'll lose my mind when moon is full (is full).

You can't be reached across the room,

You sit and look at me detached,

You don't feel sad in deadly gloom

That primal fire's gone, dispatched.

And when the angel blows his pipe

And says that it's my time to go,

Just you alone will feel my gripe,

You are a foam stuffed paper doll.

You are a foam stuffed paper doll.

You are a foam stuffed paper doll.