Вечная призрачная встречная [Vechnaya Prizrachnaya Vstrechnaya] [English translation]

I’m not myself,

I miss my memory

Above my head

The sand is trickling

I’m in a hole,

With metronomes

In silence, ticking on.

And all await

For Truth to rise on us

A holy lie

Still sounds sincere to all

It hides its views,

Pours poison brews.

It's tempting to my soul...

I did it all,

And all I left behind.

There are no rules

In this game of mine,

And from his rank

My hero strayed,

He got what he deserved.

I left the truth, the dream is lost to me

The hand of fate

Is all that’s guiding me

Through needle's head

My nerves were thread,

Stripped of all my clothes.

All the time

A ghost is walking by my side

It’s possible she’ll save my life-

It’s trivial, it’s key

To religion.1

Devoted one,

Deceived by me,

Her holy one

She savored fully

On her tongue

The taste of Birth and Death

Every instant.

1. Literally "the trivial plot of all religion"

• Artist:Bi-2
• Album:O Chem Govoryat Muzhiny