Всё вышло из-под контроля [Vsio vyshlo iz-pod kontrolya] [English translation]

In low brick houses

Tinged with some devastation

The windows mystically glow,

The vague sounds are wafted.

And it seems to me for some reason,

That it's warmer and more cheerful there

That there are real people,

Friendlier and more congenial.

Attracting irresistibly,

Paralyzing the will.

It’s impossible to pass by,

All is out of control.

The shop windows and stands are shining

There are mummies in the pictures.

Let's run away from them to the second-hand stores

And to the flea markets.

Let's roam in the winding lanes,

Selecting and touching

Sconces and caskets,

And necklaces of centenarian beauties.

Attracting irresistibly,

Paralyzing the will.

It’s impossible to pass by,

All is out of control.

I don’t want any fine gestures,

Comfort or prestige,

But I want sincere relations

Though more vulnerable, but still closer.

Out of the stuffy warm place

I am drawn by my legs and arms

By those who are of the same kidney,

Family, friends, girlfriends.

Attracting irresistibly,

Paralyzing the will.

It’s impossible to pass by,

All is out of control.