| And we walked hand in hand and the lights turned off: | 
| At dawn at the hour of birds and scavengers | 
| I don't promise you anything, you read these thoughts | 
| Lines running in my eyes, like on a trolleybus scoreboard | 
| Let's connect the zeros to the sign of infinity | 
| Let's start undressing on the stairs | 
| Dispelling particles of doubt | 
| Yesterday we started dancing | 
| The equalizer burned out, the night is tender | 
| And in the rhythms of techno / house the outlines of the city were lost, | 
| And we found ourselves in NEO | 
| And then in "Sahara" | 
| In "Pilot Zhao Da" | 
| Even in the former "Crisis of the Genre" | 
| Under the lounge in "Garage" on Polyanka | 
| Wandered there like Polyan | 
| DJ Jeff, play us! | 
| I saw auras in the morning, | 
| But there was no fume, you understand? | 
| Here they try all the colors of the night | 
| In the city where gods die alone | 
| I didn't look closely, I seem to like it | 
| In torn pantyhose moving from above | 
| By fragments of beer bottles and broken hearts | 
| We, not knowing the names, walked towards me | 
| It's scary if you are alone ... (alone) | 
| It's scarier if you're zero... (zero) | 
| It's possible, if it's all the same ... (it's possible) | 
| It's harder if love... (love) | 
| Do you hear? | 
| This night is tender | 
| And tomorrow it won't hurt | 
| But tomorrow you're alone again, (alone) | 
| Or is it still zero? | 
| (zero) | 
| Didn't want to fall asleep alone | 
| I didn't want to see the meaning in dreams | 
| They will dream of another again | 
| Don't sleep! | 
| Don't sleep! | 
| Do you hear? | 
| In my heart full of sand | 
| The sun will break into pieces | 
| From pain or from happiness | 
| Do not sleep! | 
| Do not sleep! | 
| Not now, | 
| And we walked hand in hand, trees fell behind | 
| The night melted like chocolate in your mouth | 
| We went around all the clubs | 
| your suede feet | 
| Can you keep it apart or can't you? | 
| What is this love? | 
| True, nothing like this: | 
| Honey instead of blood, bees instead of brains | 
| Like Marilyn Monroe in my bathroom | 
| And on the floor is a fucking dress from "Giovanni" | 
| This simple action one and zero is ten | 
| We are in a chain by ourselves, knots and loops were not tied | 
| The days slowly crumbled. | 
| We are not here | 
| It's some kind of abstraction | 
| Called you a taxi, you need to love so much | 
| How to take and crush all the stones on the moon with your hands | 
| Tomorrow there will be another | 
| And we will light fires on otkhodniks | 
| At the premiere at Luxor, she will unbutton her fly | 
| Or in behe seven, where the engine has twelve cylinders | 
| My dead iPhone will ring, | 
| But the music is so loud, I'm sorry! | 
| Atoms unglued bodies | 
| Bass in the car, even the molecules were all oscillating | 
| High beam headlights, carry at least somewhere, | 
| But erasing the dust of our experiences... | 
| It's scary if you are alone ... (alone) | 
| It's scarier if you're zero... (zero) | 
| It's possible, if it's all the same ... (it's possible) | 
| It's harder if love... (love) | 
| Do you hear? | 
| This night is tender | 
| And tomorrow it won't hurt | 
| But tomorrow you're alone again, (alone) | 
| Or is it still zero? | 
| (zero) |