Пой мне ещё [Poy mne eshchyo] [English translation]

Sing for me some more

Quietly

The record turns the other way

It's dark at home

Rustles and creaks

Drive me crazy

The day is over

The numbers have no meaning

The poppyseeds scattered onto the leaf

Sing for me some more

Early

Taking out a cherished map from the sleeve

The teapot is whistling

A drop from the faucet

Slowly-slowly-slowly

Falls down

A voice trembles

The door slammed shut - it's the wind

Holding onto the edge

As big as the universe

The pupils of the eye contracting

On the borders of these murky milleniums

In the water, it's up to their throat

The fishermen wait on the drifting iceberg

But you, sing for me some more

What I can change,

directed by my own shadow,

let know beforehand, a long time ago

that the years began counting down the other way

Anyone who has firearms at home,

is no different from Kurt Cobain

Anyone who can read between the lines,

Is doomed to keep firearms in the home.

Sing for me some more

I just know

That in the last moment,

When no one will believe you

A stranger on the tram stop will take you

And will cover you with his raincoat

At home they will tremble as the tram arrives

And when the doors open -

Sing for me some more

Sing for me some more

• Artist:Splean
• Album:25-й кадр (2001)