Как летать [Kak letat' ?] [English translation]

I can't come to you, to pain

The letters hit their aim, you remember

The scent, the colour and the waves,

It's the autumn of my hair's sleep on my pillow.

And don't hold it in your hand,

Release my picture.

I can't, I don't remember

The colours, no the sky without your fetters.

And yet I must, I'm losing again,

If I find, I throw myself on like salt,

How can the little sun-eyed girl

Fly?

I send letters at night,

I tear photos to shreds,

I kick my bed hard

Not to sleep.

You and I, it won't go without leaving a trace

I'm staying, I guess,

Smiling confidently, pretending to be one

Of your ennemies.

Hundreds of phrases are coming again before night,

Take whatever you want,

Knowing you to the pain,

To the verses, to the blood, to feeling trapped.

And yet I must, I'm losing again,

I find, I throw salt,

How can the little sun-eyed girl

Fly?

I send letters at night,

I tear photos to shreds,

I kick my bed hard

Not to sleep.

And yet I must, I'm losing again,

I find, I throw salt,

How can the little sun-eyed girl

Fly?

I send letters at night,

I tear photos to shreds,

I kick my bed hard

Not to sleep.

• Artist:MakSim
• Album:Другая реальность