Большая игра [Bolshaya igra] [English translation]

The money burns pockets,

The street lights abide,

And only the night knows

What you hide inside.

And only the night knows

In satin repose,

How city is playing

On strings of the soul.

It will grin and flout,

It will say: It's time!

High stakes game's about

To start on a dime.

The money burns pockets,

The street lights abide,

And only the night knows

What you hide inside.

The money burns pockets,

The street lights abide,

And only the night knows

What you hide, what you hide...

And only the night knows

How ghostlike are days,

They ain't drenched in bright paint,

But in bloody stains.

You got what you wanted:

Unhappy big time,

High stakes game's about

To start on a dime.

The money burns pockets,

The street lights abide,

And only the night knows

What you hide inside.

The money burns pockets,

The street lights abide,

And only the night knows

What you hide inside.

And only the night can

Besot without wine,

Of what crimes, what vile plan

It's guilty this time?

And you'll sway in doubt -

That means it is time,

High stakes game's about

To start on a dime.

The money burns pockets,

The street lights abide,

And only the night knows

What you hide inside.

The money burns pockets,

The street lights abide,

And only the night knows

What you hide inside.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Искры и канкан (2017)