К.У.К.Л.А. [K.U.K.L.A.] [English translation]

A girl is crying in her laptop.

Someone's dacha*, friends, and tomorrow she has a re-test

She's crying on twitter after double beefeater**

Everything's wrong -incorrect equations, irregular verbs. Wrong messages that she sent to him.

Why did she remind about herself? All is wrong, all's out of time.

All that she used to know and do is left in her childhood.

How should she do her hair now? How should she dress or undress?

No, get naked from the start, what if he couldn't understand any refusal later.

But how about giving up all at once with no refusal?

And come what may, on the wave of ecstasy.

What exstasy? You'll get into troble, silly thing!

What are you gonna say to your mother? If only you had a father, ok, nevermind.

And friends? How many of them try to keep in contact with you!***

But you have to block, to ban them all.

Ignore them all, limit all your contacts.

True friends, friends, I'm sorry

Chorus

Who was a creator of love? You know nothing about it while you're too young

You can't realize why everyone needs it that much, what if war and sorrows expected us tomorrow?

But why does it feel like you can hardly breathe? Why does it tear you up inside?

All the thoughts are like poison arrows - your unsent messages.

Who was a creator of love? You know nothing about it while you're too young

You can't realize why everyone needs it that much, what if war and sorrows expected us tomorrow?

But why does it feel like you can hardly breathe? Why does it tear you up inside?

All the thoughts are like poison arrows - your unsent messages.

House, balcony, street, McDonalds below

Just a few seconds of free falling till you get inside

What else train, bus?

Calling to his conscience, hoping for his pity.

What else left. Everything is mess.

First it went good, then turned to wrong

Such a minor thing - getting old with him

But that night flight, that beautiful view

May be worthy of his retweet

Switch your automatic mode to manual.

If only a genie could come to rescue!

Your fingers are typing words.

You are a doll, just a doll!

Your message will be the first this morning

Be careful with your wishes!

Chorus

Who was a creator of love? You know nothing about it while you're too young

You can't realize why everyone needs it that much, what if war and sorrows expected us tomorrow?

But why does it feel like you can hardly breathe? Why does it tear you up inside?

All the thoughts are like poison arrows - your unsent messages.

Who was a creator of love? You know nothing about it while you're too young

You can't realize why everyone needs it that much, what if war and sorrows expected us tomorrow?

But why does it feel like you can hardly breathe? Why does it tear you up inside?

All the thoughts are like poison arrows - your unsent messages.

Genie, genie, genie - where is a genie now?

Genie, genie, genie - where is a genie now?

Your unsent messages...

• Artist:Diskoteka Avariya