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

I turned off the phone, set alarm at eight

I explained to you where the shower is hiding in my apartment

Your salty tears, sour looks, sultry speeches, oh-oh

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

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

An evergreen flower and the powder in mirrors...

You're so beautiful: long fingers, tight jeans,

Your neck and your shoulders: but

I am dying of boredom when someone is preaching to 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 with the gaze of your attentive eyes.

Your salty tears, sour looks, sultry speeches, oh-oh

All of this rave

I am dying of boredom when someone is preaching to me

I am dying of boredom when someone is preaching to me

I hate it when someone....