Раневская [Ranevskaya] [English translation]

[Couplet 1]:

Sit-sit with me gray headed, gray headed.

I covered your head in silver, and farther silence.

Like Ranevskaya played - I couldn't.

[Bridge]:

Will you write letters to me?

You will write letters to me!

Let me smoke, let me finish your drink.

Resistance is pointless!

Chorus:

Why did I let go of your hand? Why, say?

There, where the performance is over, real life begins.

In order to feel nothing - I'll pretend to be a clay statue.

People, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.

In order to feel nothing - let me smoke, let me drink.

But Mama, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.

[Couplet 2]:

Don't need, I'm by myself, I'm by myself

For you, for all, with everyone, but one.

And from the window Moon - my real friend,

Servant of loneliness.

[Bridge]:

Will you write letters to me?

You will write letters to me!

Let me smoke, let me finish your drink.

Resistance is pointless!

Chorus:

Why did I let go of your hand? Why, say?

There, where the performance is over, real life begins.

In order to feel nothing - I'll pretend to be a clay statue.

People, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.

In order to feel nothing - let me smoke, let me drink.

But Mama, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.

[Couplet 3]:

Stays the clock, doesn't hit midnight

No more friends, which lied.

Tragicomedy - an encore.

The curtains slowly fall.

I don't play, I lived this play

So, how I could. What for?

Chorus:

Why did I let go of your hand? Why, say?

There, where the performance is over, real life begins.

In order to feel nothing - I'll pretend to be a clay statue.

People, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.

In order to feel nothing - let me smoke, let me drink.

But Mama, I ask one thing: bury me under the plinth.

• Artist:Lolita (Russia)