| Afternoon | 
| I am a strict samurai | 
| with a sharpened sword, | 
| and I don't need heaven | 
| my God, my duty, | 
| my duty, my home | 
| it's nobody's fault, | 
| what makes me so sad about it... | 
| And during the day | 
| I will burn bridges again | 
| cut the ropes | 
| clutching your “love” in your teeth, | 
| I will dance in front of you | 
| another can-can | 
| no one has to know | 
| how heavy is my trap... | 
| And at night, | 
| when the soul flies | 
| and does what he wants | 
| while I fall asleep - | 
| she flies where the light is, | 
| where you are, my love. | 
| And she has no barriers - | 
| What does that sword and that prohibition mean to her? | 
| And here I am again | 
| with you, with you, with you... | 
| With you, with you, with you... | 
| With you. | 
| With you. | 
| Afternoon | 
| already a year | 
| like that learned cat | 
| all around the chain, - | 
| here is the circle, here is the chain, | 
| my duty, my home, | 
| it's nobody's fault, | 
| what makes me so sad about it... | 
| And so | 
| I am a strict samurai | 
| with a sharpened sword, | 
| and I don't need heaven | 
| and burned bridges | 
| and it doesn't hurt anymore | 
| for each exhalation "you" - | 
| there is a "delete" key... | 
| And at night, | 
| when the soul flies | 
| and does what he wants | 
| while I fall asleep - | 
| she flies where the light is, | 
| where you are, my love. | 
| And she has no barriers - | 
| What does that sword and that prohibition mean to her? | 
| And here I am again | 
| with you, with you, with you... | 
| With you, with you, with you... | 
| And at night, | 
| when the soul flies | 
| and does what he wants | 
| while I fall asleep - | 
| she flies where the light is, | 
| where you are, my love. | 
| And she has no barriers - | 
| What does that sword and that prohibition mean to her? | 
| And here I am again | 
| with you, with you, with you... | 
| With you, with you, with you... | 
| With you, with you, with you... | 
| With you. | 
| With you. | 
| With you. |