Искры около рта [Iskry okolo rta] [English translation]

Either vacant's the "House of Rising Sun,"

Or the midnight acquired no taste for fun,

But not knowing all that, rocks keep falling upward,

And you are hit by shudder or is it a laugh?

A-ha, sparks are dancing near the mouth,

A-ha, like the thorns of a certain sprout.

Try to hide in a dark corner, count to hundred,

Sparks are dancing near the mouth.

Try to drive off a raceway - it's nothing at all,

World's not like yesterday, like a minute ago.

And escaping from us, it in jest wrecks the walls.

It's not like yesterday, like a minute ago.

A-ha, sparks are dancing near the mouth,

Just like thorns, like the thorns of a certain sprout.

Hide, man, hide! Try to count to hundred,

Sparks are dancing near the mouth.

Sparks are dancing near the mouth.

Sparks are dancing near the mouth.

Sparks are dancing near the mouth.

Sparks are dancing near the mouth.

Try to drive off a raceway - it's nothing at all,

World's not like yesterday, like a minu-nu-nu...

Just a minute ago. And yet again,

Sparks are dancing near us men.

Sparks are dancing near the mouth...

Near the mouth...

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Вампирские Песни 1995