Апрельское утро [Aprelskoe utro] [English translation]

Right behind the kite two cyclists are rushing down the hill,

Through flowering trees, leaving the sleepy yards.

The April morning, fluttering tapes in our hair,

The undone coats are flying on the wind, as sails.

The bicycles are left, the gumshoes are taken off hastily to wet grass.

We are racing down the hillsides to the cool sea blueness.

Balancing on the narrow parapet, to run to land's end,

To fed white seagulls, to count ships on the horizon.

To be totally unserious, happy and quiet silly,

But to see things so much brighter, feel everything a hundred times stronger,

To put the face to the heady wind, to the salty splashes,

To laugh, whirl around, stretch out the arms and fall into the sand.

How thoughtlessly and generously the spring makes its promises,

It bodes so many warm days, but this one will never return to us.

Having given ourselves to the occurring feelings, to quieten hand in hand,

To gaze with the aching sadness to the going down sunset.

• Artist:Flëur
• Album:2010 - Тысяча светлых ангелов