Суббота, 6 утра [Subbota, 6 utra] [English translation]

Here I go again

Sitting here, writing words

As simple as anything,

When it's Saturday, 6am

My things are packed,

And my space ship is ready

Maybe it's even easier,

When there's no one who's waiting for you

We are not captives of the matrix of fate

Do what you must, and come what may

Your soul will spread wings and fly

From high above

Everytime my phone's ringing

I know, it's you

If there are sentiments,

I need no morality,

Just boundaries of art

And a fairytale dream

We will not be forsaken

We will leave on this earth

Genuine pieces of wonder,

Even if they are covered in ashes and dust

We are not captives of the matrix of fate

Do what you must, and come what may

Spreading wings, your soul will fly

From high above

Everytime my phone's ringing

I know, it's you

• Artist:Animal Jazz