То, Что Всегда с Тобой [To, Chto Vcegda c Toboy] [English translation]

They say I’ve been written off of my ship

It’s a pity that someone would believe that mess

I left the ship at my own will

Enough searching around

Like seeing faces on the muzzles of animals

Listen to the voices in the silent crowd

And notice at how few birds are left;

And understand how few days there are.

The next generation mines the net for chances, while the Chieftans divides the grants

Everything is perfect, it is so hard to believe.

That avatars are goggling their eyes. The saccharine sweetness

buries my unwise home.

I already knew the answer, going down the gangway

Where is peace, it isn’t there: and it isn’t with the pain

A place of light, which is not a sea or an island or a song;

A place of light that is always with you

The next generation mines the net for their chances, while the Chieftans divides the grants

Everything is perfect, it is so hard to believe.

That avatars goggling their eyes. The saccharine sweetness

buries my unwise home.

Staring at me with glass eyes

The saccharine sweetness

buries my unwise home

buries my unwise home

buries my unwise home!

In the Kremlin

They give pretzel and honey to only those

Who have made useful songs to sing to the people