Центр циклона [Tsentr tsiklona] [English translation]

Last night I drank, and I was happy,

Today I'm sick, why can't you see?

Why are you, cruel mother-nature,

So ruthless and so harsh to me?

I had a dream that I was sober,

In heavens angels sang inapt.

But I woke up in aching body,

And in my hair a star was trapped.

My mother told me to fly lower,

My wife declared that I'd go down...

But I live in the eye of cyclone,

I don't care if it's up or down.

And people're working for their money

And staring at the world with dread.

All in my squad are kamikaze,

Who've done it all - they are all dead.

[So] let's say "Banzai", forget the dry land,

All that has passed we shall discard.

Since here in the eye of cyclone

We've got snow lions and full calm.

Today once more I am so happy,

Tomorrow I'm again so sick,

Why are you, cruel mother-nature,

So ruthless and so harsh to me?

Come to your senses, mother-nature,

I'm still your native son. Save me!