Ночь [Noch'] [English translation]

Night is rustling up on high like a black vampire's cloak,

We are free, we pass on by - these games're not for our folk.

We let someone else succumb to the darkness' tight embrace,

We're as pure as they come, we are passing by with grace.

Even I (a-ha!) don't mind a good laugh till my ears bleed from pain,

While the sky is lit high above, till the night reasserts its reign.

Once again the ace of spades dropped on me from old card deck,

Who's a fool, who goes to Hades - the count's started for my neck.

Even broken vessel knows: life's a river, and it must

Go against the highs and lows, must forget the calm shore dust.

Night is rustling up on high like a black vampire's cloak,

We are free, we pass on by - these games're not for our folk.

But until the life's thin thread rips up in our chests uptight,

We can worship sun instead and forget about the night.

Even I (a-ha!) don't mind a good laugh till my ears bleed from pain,

While the sky is lit high above, till the night reasserts its reign.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Ieroglif (Иероглиф)