Красный Смех [Krasnyy Smekh] [English translation]

Leaving the body like a fire in a mortal battle,

Watching, like a tonality, your fading faith,

Covering the unending granite pride in town squares,

Unwrapping the flag of lonely hearts and borders.

Civilization built July, there's black soot on yellow fingers

And autumn will come soon, and there's a dead bee on the asphalt

And the metal house does not cry, although so many years hang inside it,

With invincible compassion towards me, the black snow keeps on falling.

Longer

Live longer

Live longer

Birth more

Red laughter* is wandering around the country.

Beyond the snows, the fields, the sins of vulnerable poetry,

Beyond crystal shards of insane ideas and bayonets,

From universal shame, from those fighting for imperishable flesh

From innocent terror, from resentment and pain in spite --

Civilization built July, there's black soot on yellow fingers

And autumn will come soon, and there's a dead bee on the asphalt

And the metal house does not cry, although so many years hang inside it,

With invincible compassion towards me, the black snow keeps on falling.

Longer

Live longer

Live longer

Birth more

Red laughter is wandering around the country.

*Red laughter is the title of a short story by a Russian author in which a soldier goes insane from the horrors he experiences at war.

• Artist:Egor i Opizdenevshie