Продавец кукол [Prodavets kukol] [English translation]

I love this city, but it keeps silent at night.

Unarmed and killed, it is an apathetic witness of its own funeral, it is indifferent towards its executioners.

Looks like someone has decided that we are as naive as children.

But that's not the case! And no matter how calm our enemy is,

but still I can see everyone around, dying of boredom,

is heading right into his arms.

But no such luck! I’ll steal you, just give me a sign.

You have to run fast before you are driven into that corner,

where the doll seller is waiting, the doll seller is waiting.

Warm my fingers, after all he doesn’t feel pity for us.

Look, he's scared, he is setting traps for the others and for himself. He doesn't take the calendar off the walls,

since he believes that we are big toys.

But that's not the case! And no matter how calm our enemy is,

but still I can see everyone around, dying of boredom,

is heading right into his arms.

But no such luck! I’ll steal you, just give me a sign.

You have to run fast before you are driven into that corner,

where the doll seller is waiting, waiting for dolls.

• Artist:Velvet (Russia)