Звезды не ездят в метро [Zvezdy nye yezdyat v metro] [English translation]

A gray sunrise, a gray avenue, there was a thunderstorm last night

A wet asphalt, and the city got chilled from its sleep

In the gray crowd, all by herself, half-closing her eyes

She again descends to the metro.

A crowded platform, a blue wagon, a yellow underground light

A black tunnel and the train flies into darkness

At the bottom of her bag is the sacred ticket, crumpled and folded in half

Tomorrow she's going to the concert, to him.

Chorus:

The thread of days remains never-ending

We are beads on it, and we smack each other, like fish smack glass

It won't be possible to meet her

Stars don't take the metro.

Night, silence, the chord will burst like a stretched nerve

He's home alone, God knows how many nights already without sleep

He told them all to shove it, he is so sick of all of these made-up bitches

He knows, that somewhere in the metro is her.

Chorus.

(The text below is not Russian (most likely Ukrainian), but I will translate what I understand, and maybe someone else can explain what the other words mean)

Forty (кроків) until your Domodedovo, Domodedovo

Forty (кроків) until your Sheremetyevo

Forty (кроків) until your Domodedovo, eh

Forty (кроків), (як) forty (років)! Respect, (дядєчкє), respect.