Крылья [Kryl'ya] [English translation]

You take off your evening dress,

facing not me but the wall,

and I can see fresh scars

on your back that was smooth as velvet before.

I want either cry in pain

or forget myself in a dream.

Where are your wings

that I used to love so much?

Where are your wings

that I used to love so much?

Where are your wings

that I used to love so much?

In our past we owned the time,

now we own only things business to deal with.

We should prove that the strong ones devour the weak,

we should prove that the soot is white.

We all have lost something

during this insane war.

By the way, where are your wings

that I used to love so much?

Where are your wings

that I used to love so much?

Where are your wings

that I used to love so much?

I don’t ask how much money you have

and how many husbands you had

but I see your fear of opened windows

and floors that seem too high.

And if tomorrow the fire breaks out

and the whole building’ll be burning buried beneath falmes

We will die without the wings

that I used to love so much.

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Крылья