Иваново детство [Ivanava Djetstva] [English translation]

It's just that the hunter never missed a shot

It's just that the bird never learned to fly

Hands got tired of holding the handrails

And the dough hardened too quickly

It's just that the train went ahead and rolled

Downhill

Downhill

To the quiet beating of wagon wheels

To the subtle beating of train wheels

It's just that somebody's glove was lost

And one foot tripped over the other

It's just that everything already happened

It's just that everything already happened

And only when a human dies

Does he stop telling lies

In the left side of my chest grass sways in the wind

The branch bent in half — I will live for a long time

A fly rips itself from the sticky paper

Tearing apart its worthless flesh

Leaving behind its disgusting flesh

Sitting in emptiness, but still feeling good

An asshole doesn't need much

Ivan's childhood is a thing of the past

It was the fun year of the war

Things were dropped, things were lost,

Some didn't finish, some didn't eat

But does it really matter what to eat?

Does it really matter what to shit with?

To live life is to march across a field,

So then what is that smell from the earth?

In the left side of my chest grass sways in the wind

The branch bent in half — I will live for a long time

A fly rips itself from the sticky paper

Tearing apart its worthless flesh

Leaving behind its disgusting flesh

• Artist:Egor i Opizdenevshie