Текст песни СИЯЙ ЯРЧЕ - вечная фрустрация

Why look for someone if you can turn to dust?
Don't touch me, I'm a demon behind tank armor
Long ago I renounced everyone and plunged into darkness,
But I wear a jar spacesuit on my head.

Couples in love hit the nerves everywhere
Would have expired sperm in the toilet long ago
If not for voluntary mental castration.
How else to avoid all these dance-dances?

You're like Titov: you didn't give up to anyone,
Your chance to be seen by the crowd is to get on the block.
You look at their idol, you get frustrated,
Well, damn it, what makes me worse, it's all wrong.

In the light of the worldly moon, in the beams of the sun scorching,
Like the battle of the sea wave, like cold steam, exclamation:
"What a freak! Look! Let him play in the box as soon as possible!"
Yes, yes, console yourself, kid, as if this is a transitional age.