Когда призрачный свет... [Kogda prizrachniyi svet] [English translation]

When the phantom night shine,

When the streetlights aglow

Guard all night until dawn

World of tightly closed doors.

When the rain with wet whip

For the sake of mook throes,

Drives away empty street

To dance waltz without clothes.

Do not rest pensive eyes, quickly pass, estranged!

Here movements are fettered by one secret caged.

Quickly pass by the side!

When shop windows' eyelids

Night paints with silver glow,

If you've gaped - you are gone,

If you're gone - rightly so.

When the gray asphalt drape,

Overlord of roads' kin,

Here under gray cape

Keeps enshrining its sin.

Do not rest pensive eyes, quickly pass, estranged!

Here movements are fettered by one secret caged.

Quickly pass by the side!

Apathetic and grim

City sleeps at the dawn,

Don't you dare to disturb

Fragile peace till it's gone.

City's different when

Candle's lit or at dawn,

When the phantom night shine,

When the streetlights aglow...

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Королевство Кривых 2005