Смутные Дни [Smutnye Dni] [English translation]

Such bleak troubled days,

Exhales by wind of dismay,

And we are dancing alone

On dusty strip of parkway.

As if we've taken an oath:

To hold not a thing dear,

To only whirl in these waves

And veer.

Let the juice of ginseng

Slowly boil in your blood.

Let perish the soul,

Cut ground from under feet.

Let your head fall down

Together with leaves.

Such bleak troubled days.

Such bleak troubled days.

And the juice of ginseng

Is beginning to boil.

And somebody's stare

Is pointing straight at your temple.

Let your head fall down

Together with leaves.

Such bleak troubled days,

..Troubled days.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Жень-Шень 1996