Мальчик [Mal'chik] [English translation]

A boy is running along the road

Knocking down poles

His stumbling feet

Tell him 'we'll get you there,

but not a step back!'

The boy wishes to be a god

But it's so hard,

and sad, and so lonely

He told me that, drunk and looking straight into my eyes.

No money, no sex

Music's dead, the boy's screwed

No money, no sex

Music's dead...

The boy forgot on his way

why he was running

He ran, grew up

And also grew a sting

And running got harder

Past rains, street lamps

Past dreams and insomnias

Faster, not to be late and to remember everything

Gorging people's smiles

No money, no sex

Music's dead, the boy's screwed

No money, no sex

Music's dead...

• Artist:Zemfira