In memory of Kudrjavka, known as Laika.
Lyrics: 
Proudly announcing the news
We’re able to send living creatures
In the depths of the universe
The depths of the universe
Give her shelter
Attitudinal tests in the target center
Narrowing cages
Rocket launch simulators
When she’s ready
Spit out the sentence

Oh, dear Kudrjavka, what did they do? 
You were doomed from the moment their eyes fell on you. 
You ran out of air, suffocating, alone – but, who cares? 
At least, a dog in the space was thrown

This tragedy is defined a self-sacrifice
But no one asked for her consent
I wonder about the things
Floating in her mind
Collective hysteria
Leads to needless aberration
We always find new ways
To impress the enemies
Marked as such by the place they were born
Crawling out of the maternal womb

Oh, dear Kudrjavka, what did they do? 
You were doomed from the moment their eyes fell on you. 
You ran out of air, suffocating, alone – but, who cares? 
At least, a dog in the space was thrown.

Applaud as she cries, as she fears for her life. 
What a day to be alive! 
And what a day to die in the void of the space
The silence broken only by her wails.

Kudrjavka

Lyrics:
I want to escape my own flesh
Rip it apart with the claws I don't have
Rip it apart until my guts are exposed
Rip it apart until I fall into oblivion. 

Constant feeling of unfit eating my mind and my brain. 
Disgusting perception of no place to stay, to live, to grow safe. 
Horrifying impression life is a fail. 

A thought tickling the recesses of my brain whispers of ropes and death and blades. 
I will not interrupt my life for such repulsive speculation. 

Still the idea lingers there in its lethargic state. 
Wandering hopeless, walking for miles and miles getting nowhere. [x2] 
Still the idea lingers there in its lethargic state. 

Losing sight of what really holds me to this world is the objective of this scheme engineered by myself. 
Auto destruction -- is this what I really cherish the most? 
The burden of knowing I know nothing. 
I can't get rid of the chains around my ankles: I am my own tyrant
Playing the slave and the tormentor
Duality at its finest. [x3]

The other part of me enjoys to entertain itself by shredding its home, my brain. 
Life is a comedy with a disastrous cast and cheap acting.

Still, I hold onto life with hopeless perseveration.
The only way to overcome this state of mind [x2]
Is to realize the key to salvation
Lies in the hands... 

Salvation lies in the hands of no one, but me. [x4]

2 Years in 3 Minutes