Each time I turn my face to see
Someone who's right behind my back
I hope it's you, though I know it's not.
I'll never learn this kind of thing
And I still feel the way your neck
Was tying with mine into a knot.
Another dot, one in a line
Of these lonely days I have to spend on my own

Irada, Irada
My bread urgently needs you butter
Irada, Irada
There won't be other name I would utter.

Each time I see some people kiss
I want to leave the place I live
Because it couldn't fit you in.
I'm getting tired of the hiss
Made by the heavy words they say
I miss your voice, I miss your skin
I need your hint, only one line
And these lonely days I have to pass through alone

Irada, Irada
My bread urgently needs you butter
Irada, Irada
There won't be other name I would utter.

written and performed by Alexei Parphyonov