Уйду-Останусь [Uydu-Ostanus'] [English translation]

With a shoulder I'll collide, I'll go- I'll stay,

With uneven step I was betrayed,

Among the roads like demon spun,

I'm all in shivers, I'm no fun.

And from drunks I want more, still

From burning cheeks their blush to steal,

And from drunks I want more, still

From burning cheeks their blush to steal,

We counted miles to the street lanterns,

Those we pity, we beat them less.

And everyone believes at least once,

When sparkle on the sly the eyes.

And from drunks I want more still

A bit of joy for myself to steal.

And from drunks I want more still

A bit of joy for myself to steal.

To take care of myself- oh what a whim,

Hiding in shards of random meetings.

And hour, with which to count the distance

Is nothing(only) and everything so simple.

And from drunks I want more, still

From burning cheeks their blush to steal,

And from drunks I want more, still

From burning cheeks their blush to steal,

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Театр Абсурда 2010