Здесь под желтым солнцем ламп [Zdes' pod dzeltim solntsem lamp] [English translation]

All the same, in the end nothing will remain,

All the same - day or night shows the clock.

Every day drunks appear endearing:

With a feverish eye glint they walk.

Under yellow sun of lamps

Clouds are hiding out of sight.

Just a shadow of great bug

Scares everyone at night.

Peacock dress suits you just fine and the fringe of tattered threads.

Let us sit together and let the wind sway homes instead.

Give me fire water drop, then another one and quick,

Look, I'm paying you with gold, cup you palms to hold your pick.

Under yellow sun of lamps

Clouds are hiding out of sight.

Just a shadow of great bug

Scares everyone at night.

Peacock dress suits you just fine and the fringe of tattered threads.

Let us sit together and let the wind sway homes instead.

You are strolling too relaxed, they might snatch you while alone.

And the road will cover tracks, as the wily serpent crone.

Peacock dress suits you just fine and the fringe of tattered threads.

Let us sit together and let the wind sway homes instead.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Чужой 2002