Вахтёрам [Vahteram] [English translation]

You don't like smoke, to hell with it!

It kills words, drives crazy.

It is rumoured that

Between us is love.

What was we told about? We lost way of talking

To stop be yourself and to sleep at home.

We cannot be sized up but now

Why are we brake, don't step on the gas?

Forever question why and what for?

I'm going a little mad, you weren't yourself

For what that nights in the Crimea?

If I meet him I'll say him

Your squeaky voice like electric shock

I'm drunk without vine, it's your guilt

Now all country will know about us

It was got by air

I remember white wallpaper, black dishes

There are two of us in flat, who are we and what from?

We draw the blinds, buns and coffee are getting cold

And now porters, explain us

Why I'm keen on her?

Let sit this way until morning

Don't go, stop - but I have to go

But if there the only one exit

Why are we now cold and then hot?

I'm tired of laying out everything

And turn back, but now again

Your touches melted my metal

You are 5th element, cannot be given or taken

In this time game goes to end

But you're still in silence, I'm talking

There are 15 minutes until morning

Don't turn me on, like it or not, I'll get you and knock you down.

Will try repair everything, won't remember again

To delete mobile numbers

But there aren't powers to go away without asking

Let try to collect everything again.

White wallpaper, black dishes

There are two of us in flat, who are we and what from?

We draw the blinds, buns and coffee are getting cold

And now porters, explain us

Why I'm keen on her?

I remember white wallpaper, black dishes

There are two of us in flat, who are we and what from?

We draw the blinds, buns and coffee are getting cold

And now porters, explain us

Why I'm keen on her?