7 звонков [7 zvonkov] [English translation]

Just exploding like that and crushing someone's spirits.

A finishing shot right in the eyes.

It's painful to snap that frail thread

and then to blame yourself when you can't go back.

A partisan on foot with a white flag in my hand, yeah.

I'm gonna leave ASAP- no plans, no idea what I'll do.

Two misunderstandings have frozen at the apex,

Not a word to anyone, that's it, I'm gone, great, where am I?

The sounds went dull and my thoughts paused.

Time is drowning, and meanwhile

Breathe in - silence, breathe out - hope.

From the morning siren till the evening one.

Refrain:

Never forget the last seven bells -

Wordless messages - asphalt and moist wind.

The water of my childhood dreams is drying up.

I am in trouble... nobody even noticed.

A week goes by in nature, and I am in front of my goal.

We've become useless and flown away somewhere.

Concepts, pretenses, discussions - ''He's suitable - He's unsuitable''.

Fashion isn't fashionable here, everything follows the weather.

I've been calling you for seven days to tell you what kind of person I'm gonna be now.

Like Lao-Tzi, like Buddha.

My words die in mid-air:

''The user's device is turned off or is outside of the area of connection.''

The door's closed, I am forgotten by you,

I'm alone for ever.

My dreams are blurry, a magnet's pulling me down.

Silence... nausea...

Refrain:

Never forget the last seven bells -

Wordless messages - asphalt and moist wind.

The water of my childhood dreams is drying up.

I am in trouble... nobody even noticed.

He who hasn't lost something doesn't appreciate it while he still has it,

No idea how they dare to tell me the word IKEA.

It's too late to drink healing water when the film's crushed

and torn up by my hands, and shredded with a dull knife.

I brought the sun down from the heavens, now I have no one to give it to.

Burning from inside, I take this fire to heaven to put it out with some exhausted snow.

We lose ourselves in the moment, in a melted tsunami

in a half-life, in a spit-second glance, what's happening to us?

Refrain:

Never forget the last seven bells -

Wordless messages - asphalt and moist wind.

The water of my childhood dreams is drying up.

I am in trouble... nobody even noticed.

Night floods my eyes, the day makes me forget

and slowly swim in the direction of the wind.

The water rises and might just cover me.

I am in trouble... and you didn't even notice.

• Artist:Slot