Квіти в волоссi [Kvity v volossi] [English translation]

She wore flowers in her hair

And he and the wind were playing with them

It seemed that they were adults for long time

But loved frankly, like children.

Opened hearts, sincere eyes –

There are not many like that in the world

Tears of happiness were flowing every night,

Promises to love forever.

The little house on the corner of two streets,

The fence, embraced with autumn ivy,

It seemed – the rains let up,

It seemed, there will always be summer.

The only one telephone call

And once they only want –

The warmth blows from abroad,

So, fly surely!

Don’t promise for always

Don’t promise forever

Where is your-my tomorrow -

In temples the wind is whistling.

Don’t promise, what for?

Don’t promise, it’s not necessary.

The nearest time is dependent

But not always on you.

And suddenly all have changed around:

Problems, prices, dreams, expectations

They have split up like kids going to school

What was the first, have become the last.

She – to the sleeping regions of Warsaw

He has to concrete Moscow

But love in the taxophones

Is fateful to live not for long.

Where are going strippy streets to?

Why are you wandered in the world?

Such are hundreds, thousands, millions

In Israel, Canada, Crete.

There are reminiscences how all it was,

There are hopes how all will be…

The fate is drifting us quickly by the tide

Because we are people, not titans.

Don’t promise for always

Don’t promise forever

Where is your-my tomorrow -

In temples the wind is whistling.

Don’t promise, what for?

Don’t promise, it’s not necessary.

The nearest time is dependent

But not always on you.

The nearest time is dependent

But not always on you.

Don’t promise to love always

Don’t promise forever

Where is your-my tomorrow -

In temples the wind is whistling.

Don’t promise, what for?

Don’t promise, it’s not necessary.

The nearest time is dependent

But not always on you.

Don’t promise for always

Don’t promise forever

Where is your-my tomorrow -

In temples the wind is whistling.

Don’t promise, what for?

Don’t promise, it’s not necessary.

The nearest time is dependent

But not always on you.

She wore flowers in her hair

And he and the wind were playing with them

It seemed that they were adults for a long time

But loved frankly, like children.

• Artist:Boombox
• Album:Family Бізнес (2006)