Зажигалки [Zazhigalki] [English translation]

Lighters in the air, we are in a dance.

We are not in love, we love to pretend.

Not counting the fingers, do you know how many there were of them.

But nothing can stop you to stay with me again.

Lighters in the air, we'll burn down the system.

And again on our way we'll destroy the problems.

We are like two bullets loaded in to the Parabellum.

And when the dress code is black, in white, we are the only pair.

Chorus:

The lips are numb, I didn't even knew, she can do like that.

On her body my hands are all in sweat.

I don't care, I can put up with hundred tantrums.

If you saw her- report of your loss.

I take two glasses, mixing the cocktails.

I take those two and mix them with the third.

I will call you tenderly bitch, after all, you would like that.

I've found your Gucci spot, give me now a chance to relax.

Checkers are playing on the LV bag, you have dough in the bag and you're in my head.

Forget about the bad, it's on me, everything bad.

This is me about you, me about you.

Lighters in the air, let for century burn our flame.

You're kissing all of my tattoos, and along them

our escape we'll arange.

We take a risk so often, take a risk, when short of time, we do everything

We draw, rubbing off, draw,- this is our coolest moment.

• Artist:Egor Kreed