Антананариву [Antananarivu] [English translation]

You aren't with me, what's wrong?

In the reflection (of the mirror) I'm a little similar

With the god,

with the 6 billions (of people), I'm such a little one

You don't appreciate it - it's strange

But isn't a fatal wound

Hello to stewardesses

Sitting in the armchairs far away from stresses

I'll escape in Antananarivo

Sunburnt shoulders and beer

Romantic and serfing and ocean

Nobody have to do anything for anybody

Come on in Antananarivo

Sunburnt shoulders and beer

Romantic and serfing and ocean

Nobody have to do anything for anybody

Especially I, especially I

Especially I, especially I

You'll collect the fragments

Of all my heart

Forgotten doggerel

Seems to be like ripe cherries (good things) in the morning

You don't appreciate it - it's strange

But isn't a fatal wound

I'll shoot at

Concrete piles till the end

• Artist:Zemfira
• Album:Z-Sides