Уйду-Останусь [Uydu-Ostanus'] [English translation]

I'll go, I'll stay here, two arms collide,

Uneven step has betrayed my pride,

I spun like demon among road tides,

I wasn't joyful, from shivers cried.

From drunks once more I would like to pick

Their hot skin blush on the burning cheeks,

From drunks once more I would like to pick

Their hot skin blush on the burning cheeks.

We counted miles to lighted lanterns,

We pitied some yet we still chastised them.

And everybody believes just once,

When eye is sparkling as crafty dunce.

From drunks once more I would like to steal

A bit of joy for myself to feel,

From drunks once more I would like to steal

A bit of joy for myself to feel.

It's such a whim - to preserve oneself,

To hide in shatters of random sex.

An hour, with which they are counting miles here,

Is nothing (only) and all is easy.

From drunks once more I would like to pick

Their hot skin blush on the burning cheeks,

From drunks once more I would like to pick

Their hot skin blush on the burning cheeks.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Театр Абсурда 2010