Формалин [Formalin] [English translation]

She will not come, the dogs tore her apart

With metal tools the skin heads killed her

The treacherous ice broke

Her hands were not ready for a battle

And she did not want victory

Now I will take her place

She floats in formalin

An imperfect line

She gradually passes through

I have her face, her name

The same navy blue sweater

No one noticed the exchange

She will not come, her hands where in the viper's den

Her head was in a bee hive

And her back was in an ants nest

I will be there, I am molded from more durable clay

I am worthy enough to take the place

I do many things better as well

She floats in formalin

An imperfect line

She gradually passes through

I have her face, her name

The same navy blue sweater

No one noticed the exchange

Perhaps I'm doing something wrong

I don't know who these people are

My smile is a little strange

Soon they will suspect that, I'm not her, that I'm different

I don't know what will happen then

I'll pretend that I'm sick or drunk

She floats in formalin

An imperfect line

She gradually passes through

I have her face, her name

The same navy blue sweater

No one noticed the exchange

She floats in formalin

An imperfect line

She gradually passes through

I have her face, her name

The same navy blue sweater

No one noticed the exchange

• Artist:Flëur
• Album:2003 - Волшебство