Крылья [Kryl'ya] [English translation]

You are taking your long evening dress off,

Standing, facing the wall.

And I see fresh scars on your dorsum,

As smooth as a velvety shawl.

I want to start crying in anguish

Or to doze off in a dream.

Say, where are your wings that vanished,

[Your wings] that I liked to extreme?

Well, where are your wings [that vanished],

Your wings that I liked to extreme?

Well, where are your wings [that vanished],

Your wings that I liked to extreme?

[Look,] we used to have time together,

But now we have things to pursue:

To prove that the strong eat the feeble,

To prove that the soot is white too.

We all have lost something we cherished

In this senseless war of pipe dreams.

Tell me, where are your wings now,

Your wings that I liked to extreme?

Well, where are your wings,

Your wings that I liked to extreme?

Well, where are your wings,

Your wings that I liked to extreme?

I'm not questioning how much you're making

Or how many husbands you've got.

I see that you're scared of open windows

And top floors [just] as I thought.

And if tomorrow a fire erupts,

And the building will burst into flames,

We will perish without these wings,

The wings which I wished to reclaim.

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Крылья