Депрессия [Depressiya] [English translation]

To us, with exquisite cynicism

They sell an ersatz of a dream

Only a myth about a sweet life

Won't fill up the emptiness

We'll walk out of home

Out of hopeless

Depression

Oh how long ago

For us, it was

So fun

In happiness there are no strict proportions

The ideal is getting sleepy

In a black puddle, a dead calm of emotions

And in the chest, a Ninth Wave*

We'll walk out of home

Out of hopeless

Depression

Oh how long ago

For us, it was

So fun

• Artist:Bi-2