Делаю Больно [Delayu Bol'no] [English translation]

You’re not mine... You’re not mine...

I haven’t taught you to fly, but anyway -

In my thoughts you’re trembling. We are not drowning together.

It’s so uninteresting. I am not looking for a way.

Maybe it’s easier to leave. Sorry, though, you’re not mine.

I’m making, I’m making hurt. I’m making, I’m making terribly

I’m making, I’m making hurt. I’m making, I know – in vain.

I’m making, I’m making hurt. I’m making, I’m making terribly.

I’m making, I’m making strangely; and I’m not waiting, I’m making. I’m making.

All thoughts are heard in a whisper: it is a pity that so suddenly.

Know me too, just know: so uninteresting.

I do not want to cool down, but it is better not to be closer.

Sorry, though, you’re not mine.

I’m making, I’m making hurt. I’m making, I’m making terribly

I’m making, I’m making hurt. I’m making, I know – in vain.

I’m making, I’m making hurt. I’m making, I’m making terribly.

I’m making, I’m making strangely; and I’m not waiting, I’m making. I’m making.

I’m making. I’m making. I’m making. I’m making. I’m making.

But I’m making, I’m making hurt. I’m making, I’m making terribly.

I’m making, I’m making strangely; and I’m not waiting, I’m making.

You’re not mine...

• Artist:Artem Kacher