Lyrics Сергей Кочерга - За тех, кого нет

I'm calling you, what else?
What should I hide - I’m seriously ill:
Lying at the bottom, lips in wine -
The way of life of those who are not there.

I became like this because of everyday dirt.
Yes, I'm guilty, but I'm not liable -
There is a storm in the country, people are at a premium,
But what does the country care about those who are not there?

The weight of insomnia, the bitter pickle,
Gloomy morning of victories
And bright tomorrow - eight o'clock,
Sold for a couple of coins -
So pour for those who are not there...

Sing, minstrel - we will listen,
Hands folded, ears hanging down.
Howl in the moonlight, blood on the string -
A sentence for someone who is not there.

Doing things is the Moor's job.
Where is the Moor who believes in tomorrow?
A fig in the window, an urn in the wall -
What else is there for someone who is not there?

The weight of insomnia, the bitter pickle,
Gloomy morning of victories
And bright tomorrow - eight o'clock,
Sold for a couple of coins -
Drink to the bottom for those who are not there!

Hey trumpeters, shut up the pipes!
Speechwriter, borrow a ruble!
Lying at the bottom, lips in wine -
It's so easy to be someone who doesn't exist...
It's good to be someone who doesn't exist...
Drink to the bottom for those who are not there!