В бульбуляторе [V bul'bulyatore] [English translation]

Growing into a leather sofa

I was hoping to become a veteran soon,

The lieutenant of weed, I was rubbing my dry lips

Trying to keep up with the dialogue of retarded tirades,

In the dim light of lamps, I was waiting for the older guys

To accidentally offer pot to the youngsters

For the third time; one of the guests laughed like a horse

And said to Kostya "How about you put a hamster in there?"

And we're no longer children,

Our memories have been blurry for a long time,

But I still don't get one fucking thing -

Why do I keep dreaming about that hamster in the bong?

We have stashed our memories here and there,

Dates, days, there are only unintelligible scribbles left,

But even with a calculator it's impossible to count

The number of dreams I've had about that hamster in the bong...

Phrases are like demons, dictum - factum,

A couple of black eyes behind the dim glass

Looking at the reflection sees only a spineless rodent

That wanted to get off the sofa so badly, but was too afraid of mockery,

Of being known as a weak hysteric, since everyone was laughing and talking shit

Near the bong with the hamster inside that was turning into a plant,

1997 - someone was barking from the telly...

I've seen a lot since then, death, alas, is not new for me

And my life, alas, is shitty, and I've seen enough tombstones,

But I've realized that everything since then was intertwined with that hamster...

I must be a total schizo - what hamster if I've lost my loved ones?

But just one hit of weed and it feels like we're behind glass and being smoked through...

And we're no longer children,

Our memories have been blurry for a long time,

But I still don't get one fucking thing -

Why do I keep dreaming about that hamster in the bong?

We have stashed our memories here and there,

Dates, days, there are only unintelligible scribbles left,

But even with a calculator it's impossible to count

The number of dreams I've had about that hamster in the bong...