Шарманка [Sharmanka] [English translation]

If the hands would have wanted,

Sounds would be ground, undaunted,

To clay.

My hurdy-gurdy,

Play!

I can at once see it in you: you've got class,

You are a great connoisseur of laughing gas,

So I'll have someone with whom to step o'er the edge,

My hurdy-gurdy, play, my hurdy-gurdy, engage!

It is true: every sound's like whip,

How do you know if I want to survive my last trip,

I've got no time for this - to Eden my soul flies.

My hurdy-gurdy, play, my hurdy-gurdy, reprise!

If the hands would have wanted,

Sounds would be ground, undaunted,

To clay.

My hurdy-gurdy,

Play!

My hurdy-gurdy is like a mill,

[It] grinds the sounds - you won't believe,

For its old millstones can mill anything,

My hurdy-gurdy, play, my hurdy-gurdy, please sing!

Pinch my arm: the wonders are around,

All that can - moves, all's heaven bound,

And to heaven my soul flies,

My hurdy-gurdy, play, my hurdy-gurdy, reprise!

You've let electric flux pass through all your thoughts: let it pass,

You are a great connoisseur of laughing gas,

Now is the time to hold on to the air, don't melt away,

My hurdy-gurdy, play, my hurdy-gurdy, please play!

[This] bliss is granted only to a few,

And I'm prepared to pledge jester's head: this is true,

That now you're lighter than lead, so why don't you fly away,

My hurdy-gurdy, play, my hurdy-gurdy, please play!

If the hands would have wanted,

Sounds would be ground, undaunted,

To clay.

My hurdy-gurdy,

Play!

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Стекло 1998