Ты не считаешь [Ty ne schitayeshʹ] [English translation]

I would write for you a sad song

full of empty words

Yet beautiful as

you like it, I would

spread the colors.

I would describe how bad it is without you, how good it is with you

I would cry a river and I would not be myself.

It would rain outside the window and your phone would be busy,

Briefly speaking, we call this moaning and groaning a song

You think you would not be touched by those words and notes?

Say what ! To rime the sentiments - is also my job!

Perhaps, you might have liked that song more

And it would permeate the winamp’s repeats thrice longer

Forgive me for not writing, I would have done it for sure,

If I were in fact not loving you

Yet in fact the phone is not busy, but turned off

It’s laying on the night stand while someone is having their way with you. And I would make a burger out of this someone. And I’m going over going over this subject the last two couplets

Refrain: are you not counting how many days it’s been since I called you? You’re not answering from neither one of your two cells.

And you fall asleep next to someone whom I would kill, If only I would meet him, and if only I had enough energy...

I will not correct anything: neither this song, nor any other.

I don’t know myself why I need this hemorrhoids

But Word is already opened, keys are clicking,

And the fingers on the grill slide back and forth fret. Your butt in someone’s hand, in someone’s - the old pick

To each his own: someone has you, another had a guitar. And while I choke myself here with the Baltics “Deviatka”. You went fucking, and it seems like all’s ok with you. I’m groaning like a wounded dog, moaning like a rug. Cockroaches are scratching my scull - no stepping on them with a slipper. My nerves are full of patches. With every visitor who stops by, while trembling with anger, I tear you to parts

It’s easier to hate than to love, no matter how you look at it. I’ve had it choosing the hard way. I want to be able to fall asleep before 5AM, and not think about whose screw is covering your hole.

Refrain:

You are not counting how many days U haven’t called you,

You’re not answering any of the two of your cell phones.

And you fall asleep next to someone whom I would kill,

If only I would meet him, and if only I. Would have enough energy...

This song could have been different, but it couldn’t.

Same as you who could have been with me, but you had left.

Thus there will be no pink snots, there will be green ones.

Real ones, disgusting, salty to the taste .

I’m nauseous as if from the singe Ossetian vodka

With a curved label and an indecipherable writing

I’m not singing, I’m vomiting with these words right now. Take away the mike, better tell me where the toilet bowl is. There will be no stupid phrases about love till death do us part. There is only pain, resentment, an unfiltered anger here.

Flies are circling over the lines of this text

Like the birds at the bird-feeder, like the whores at the track.

And further down it will be in the same mode - don’t listen to the end

My torment is only a storm in the dirty puddle

I could not come up with anything better, and I did not even want to.

I’m feeling better from having sung all this....

Refrain:

You’re not counting how many days it’s been since I called you.

You’re not answering neither one of the two cell phones

You’re falling asleep next to someone that I would kill

If only I would meet him, if only I had enough energy.

But you you’re not counting how many days it’s been since I called you,

You’re not answering any one of the two cell phones you have

And you’re falling asleep next to someone that I would kill

You’re not missing me, and I have not forgotten you to this day...