Нимфоманка [Nimfomanka] [English translation]

It’s hard for wind to carry us,

The wind is dropping us as it flies.

You’re good only with wine,

Non-consensually, in delusion only.

You’re talking just like

The door lock is squeaking

In an old unfamiliar flat.

A kitschy book

And a cheap ciggy

Are all your things in the world.

You want to undress…

Stop, don’t go down,

Get right into my heart,

Not into the jeans fly.

The throat is filled

With alcohol from the bottle,

Oh, lick my soul up*,

Nymphomaniac!

You’re baring your artificial teeth,

Have raised your T-shirt,

You’re putting Mandelstam’s book

Under an oblique shelf.

And I’ve thrown

All my copybooks

Into the stove recently.

You see the ashes,

There are words written in a harmonic mess.

Between roofs and buildings,

Among doors here and there,

I don’t remember where my home is,

I’ve forgotten my sanctuary.

I’ll forget you,

Spill you just like water as I go,

You are straightforward like heavens,

But I have to go.

You want to undress…

Stop, don’t go down,

Get right into my heart,

Not into the jeans fly.

The throat is filled

With alcohol from the bottle,

Oh, lick my soul up*,

Nymphomaniac!

Nymphomaniac!

• Artist:Monetochka
• Album:Раскраски для взрослых [Colouring Books for Adults]