Продавец кукол [Prodavets kukol] [English translation]

I like this city but it is silent in the night

It was defenceless and killed, it is mute of its own funerals

It is indifferent to its own killers

It seems that somebody thinks that we are naive like children

But its wrong, our enemy is sure of itself

But I can see that everyone around me dies coz of boredom (are very bored)

They go, go right to enemies hands (it can catch them)

Don't nourish hope, I'll steal you, just give me a sign

We have to.escape right now till they don't catch you

Where is it, where is a dolls' seller?

Warm my fingers, it doesn't feel pity for us

Look, somebody else scared it and our enemy catch itself

It won't abandon its plans

It thinks we are big toys

• Artist:Velvet (Russia)