I cross the stream

Which will flow (the world)

Prophetic (warm) soft gases

I feel excitement (I feel it here)

When I step naked onto the shore

Where the golden-cut grass rustles

So cheap are these ends

As long as hope lasts

From the distant future

From the distant future

I go down

From the valley of steroids

To this underground street

But drunk

No

Not with vodka

Butter

But with the riches

of the cultural USSR for the West

And culture doesn't want to die

As long as love lasts

From the distant future

From the distant future

There is a future

The future

There is a future

The future

Under this clear water

There is a new subtlety

Which will burn out like hope on land

I can only drift

But to the last

Bleeding

Delightful

Calling

I will not burn out