Чернотроп [Chernotrop] [English translation]

I was four, when these doctors

said to my mother: "Please, don't cry, Miss

You are a young healthy woman, you can give birth to another child"

"Wait, I just started my life!'

I got up in the early morning, opened my window,

Rose on tiptoe, then squatted down.

Tea pot, boiling water, gaiwan, one gulp.

Today is my birthday, I can take stock.

Time has accelerated, like a drug addict,

My late grandfather told me about this phenomenon.

A digital clock is noiseless like a [contract] killer

I have a family: a wife and a son.

My face is recognizable everywhere from Königsberg to Vladivostok.

A guy rose up from the entrance steps

I should enjoy life, I should dance,

But someone touches my [naked] heart with their fingers.

I am on my black path, until someone kisses my forehead,

The track is waiting for me, while I kiss another's forehead.

I did not hide my tears over the dead body of my friend Oleg,

The coffin went to the furnace with a creak.

Choking with tears, I whispered: Farewell, bro...

It's crematorium. I can hardly breathe, but he's on fire.

We tried to defeat this invincible world:

amphetamine, home-made heroin, ganja, spirit, chifir

The one who survived continued to fight

With himself in oder not to become a drunkard

Or not to die from 'Tajik pepper' (heroine)

God, please, help me to find peace in my heart.

My friends are left only in my memory.

But these people are somehow not familiar to me.

I miss my young self,

I miss my childhood, my home, our neighbourhood.

I would tell them that not everything is lost -

God is love, it is true.

I am on my black path, until someone kisses my forehead,

The track is waiting for me, while I kiss another's forehead.

• Artist:25/17
• Album:Русский подорожник (2014)