Цветы Йошивары [Tsvety Yoshivary] [English translation]

I was named after Yoshiwara's flowers.

I have been born on a Saint Valentine's day.

Underneath my skin I have marching orders,

And I walk, like you all, stumbling on this shadow again.

I've got a flat, where I always feel cramped,

I've got a mouth, with which somebody else quietly sings.

And when I'm asleep, it is my reflection

That walks without me, with uncut lonely heart

And the third crystal leg on a string.

I hit the bottom, but all water drained out,

I hid in shade - I reached the lowest point.

I asked to drink, and I was given a teacup,

I was nailed to the cross, but their nails all turned into dirt.

And today I'm here, I'm locked in a circuit,

Five thousand Volts - hey, comrade, don't touch power lines.

I am Father and Son, You and I are the same thing,

I'd explain every thing, but I don't recall true words and signs.

I was named after Yoshiwara's flowers.

I have been born on a Saint Valentine's day.

I've been trapped like a beast in a prison of my skin,

But I still laugh when I stumble on this shadow again.