Весь Этот Бред [Ves' Etot Bred] [English translation]

I turned off the phone, set my alarm for eight,

Explained you where in this apartment the shower's hiding.

Your salty tears, sour looks, and suffocating speeches...

I am dying of boredom when someone is preaching at me.

You're beautiful like the ornament on a square piece of paper,

An evergreen flower, or the powder in mirrors...

You're so pretty: the long fingers, the tight jeans,

Your neck and shoulders...But

I am dying of boredom when someone is preaching at me.

I hate it when someone..

Read the taro cards and what's left of the coffee,

Don't make a hole in my head by the gaze of your attentive eyes.

Your salty tears, sour looks, and suffocating speeches,

All of this crap.

I get so bored when someone is preaching at me.

I get so bored when someone is preaching at me.

I hate it when someone...