Дай себя сорвать [Dayi sebya sorvat'] [English translation]

Pause: before you wither, let yourself be picked,

The eternal blossom no one can predict.

You must know already: what's sweet doesn't last,

Let white petal ripen, don't let it go past.

You listen to whisper of unbeknown words

And your head begins to spin...

Let yourself be picked,

Let yourself be picked...

Can't invent a fable, can't steal earthly bliss,

Who then will help us both fall into abyss?

Do you see how bridges crumble in our wake?

Only dust remains on words, so vain and fake.

You listen to whisper of unbeknown words

And your head begins to spin...

Let yourself be picked,

Let yourself be picked...

Let them poke a finger at us to affright,

It's too soon repenting our sins in spite.

Touch the fiery lion, with your hand constrict,

Pause: before you wither, let yourself be picked.

You listen to whisper of unbeknown words

And your head begins to spin...

Let yourself be picked,

Let yourself be picked...

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Родом ниоткуда