Восемнадцатая осень [Vosemnadtsataya osenʹ] [English translation]

Unfinished wine in my hands last carriages in metro

All megabytes I spend on websites and online casino

Half empty homes, and it's unlikely you will on your own

Read the whole history, our story in nine volumes

We've changed the houses we've broke the system

And everything that were-the winter has killed. Now you are not me and I'm no longer me

But between us maybe it will stay and hardly anyone

From us can forget this story, this story

And for whom are white skies?

Why are your grey eyes

Remind me of smoke above the river

And I'm always with you, I'm always with you

I will never forget-et all of your friends and stupid girlfriends as well

Who've poured water in my ears- burn, bitches, in hell!

Hypocritical damn tarts, they have worms instead of hearts

They thought to brake me, but forgot, who of us

Insanely can be first

And forever forget eighteen, spring

About hypocritical damn tarts, and that they have worms in the hearts

They worth a penny, even, now you are all forgiven

• Artist:Homie