Апрельское утро [Aprelskoe utro] [English translation]

Following the paper snake, two bikes are rushing down the hill,

Through the blooming trees, leaving the sleepy courtyards behind.

April morning, trembling ribbons in the hair,

Unzipped jackets are flying in the wind, like sails.

The bikes, abandoned, the shoes - hurriedly thrown into the moist grass,

Balancing on the narrow parapet, to run away at the edge of the world,

To feed the white seagulls, to count the ships at the horizon.

To be terribly foolish, truly happy and stupid,

But to see everything much more brightly, to feel everything hundreds of times stronger,

To the exciting wind and to the salty splashes to offer our faces,

To laugh, to go round, to stretch out our arms and fall into the sand.

How thoughtlessly and generously does Spring give Her promises away,

So many warm days are promised, yet this one will never return to us,

Surrendering to the overwhelming feelings, to fall silent hand in hand,

To watch the consuming sunset with pressing sadness.

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