Желтая луна [Zheltaya luna] [English translation]

If you want to, fall in love with me;

Simply so or with a USB;

And perhaps we will click right away -

If our ports match the same bay.

How can I hear you if I got no ears?

The computer teems with bats, I hear;

And the yellow moon rises up in the reeds.

There is a feeling that the end for all of us nears.

Minus times minus might not always yield a plus.

Somewhere in the network pagan blues lies;

And the yellow moon is now level with the roofs -

I cannot hear you, you are asleep, no spoofs...

Sun will set, so

The moon will subsequently rise.

How upsetting to be wise -

Knowing from the start of the likely demise.

All my evens

Oddly crossed into a coil -

How can I see you

When projectors straight in my face take their toll?

You will be sky where

Clouds take their respite;

I will be sea, sea

With none of the fisherman's hunt;

All my straight lines

Curled into a ring;

How will I recognize you, when

Projectors blind me?

So if you want to, fall in love with me.

FireWire or USB.

Perhaps we will click right away -

God knows how our ports do match the same bay.