У времени нет любви [English translation]

A pillow (a cold stone)

All words will burst and become

(Firecrackers and claps)

In sips (gasping for air)

From a storm in my teacup

A clock hand, biting

(Caught itself by the tail)

There is no time of love

For love it's non-discrete

Mold gaps into contour

With a needle or with a paper clip

In one continuous ray

But touch it and it falls apart

A ray is just line segments

Not thinking of something big

And in every line segment

There is neither future nor origin

There is no time of love

For love it's non-discrete

And brackets of multiple dots

Will suddenly remind a cage

And it means there is a limit

A pillow is a cold stone

All words will burst and become

Firecrackers and claps

Gasping for air in sips

Like a clock hand, biting

Caught itself by the tail

Caught itself by the tail

Caught itself

A pillow is a cold stone

All words will burst and become

Firecrackers and claps

Gasping for air in sips

Like a clock hand, biting

Caught itself by the tail

Caught itself by the tail

Caught itself

For a pair of braided pigtails

I would give anything just to take a look

Like through the window of a kiosk

And I wish I could build you

From stars fallen from the sky

And time is rolling somewhere

Time has no wheels

For love it's non-discrete

A step, one more step, a gap

Now all we have to do is run

Or go and breath our hearts out

And the line segment is closed for us

And one more step forward

A ray of fate will break

And thus stop time again

(But there is no time of love)

Did everything, tried

Thousand variants

And it seems that there is no limit

But when it seems so

You should put a cross

So between two noughts

The third one wouldn't fit

And the game would continue

Did everything, tried

Thousand variants

And it seems that there is no limit

But when it seems so

You should put a cross

So between two noughts

The third one wouldn't fit

And the game would continue

Did everything, tried

Thousand variants

And it seems that there is no limit

But when it seems so

You should put a cross

So between two noughts

The third one wouldn't fit

A pillow (a cold stone)

All words will burst and become

(Firecrackers and claps)

In sips (gasping for air)

From a storm in my teacup

A clock hand biting

(Caught itself by the tail)

A pillow is a cold stone

All words will burst and become

Firecrackers and claps

Gasping for air in sips

Like a clock hand, biting

Caught itself by the tail

Caught itself by the tail

Caught itself

A pillow is a cold stone

All words will burst and become

Firecrackers and claps

Gasping for air in sips

Like a clock hand, biting

Caught itself by the tail

Caught itself by the tail

Caught itself

Caught itself

Caught itself

• Artist:Pyrokinesis