My brains are hot, seem to be fried up,
But I’ll sip wine or something like that,
I’ll cast away all kinds of doubt,
won’t hinder tired body in chilling out…

If problem troubles you
And there’s crumbly grey view around you,
Cannot escape from graveyard, dude,
Or you are hard hit by any awful solitude,
Or simply…general condition has the name: “not good”.
Then kind man, permit me to counsel,
Listen for some answers, easy and harmless.
Less the madness and heartless darkness…
Leave this mass of mess,
Attempt to relax...

All ways of existence maze
Are inflated with power rays of vital space,
Romantic lyric poetry from jewelry case,
Feel the quality of it as the pathos of this phrase,
Add some grace to your face,
Dissolve in pleasant blaze,
Move away from senseless human plays,
Weaken monotony of dreary rainy days.
Get a flyer! Get a fire!
Enter higher phase!

(Раз пошли такие пироги, то и я выложу свой инглиш-текст, авось кто заценит...)