Место, где свет [Mesto, gde svet] [English translation]

This town has stuck in lies like Cheluskin in the ice,

dived into the hell

And partially arisen of the hell.

Our common childhood passed

with the same spelling books,

and therefore we don't need to explain

anything to anyone.

So why do we cry wide all the time

and keep silence on the wrong things,

And we count someone else's belongings,

and walk like a pony, in circles?

You didn't understand, sir -

I'm not asking you to share your meal with me.

It just seemed to me

that we've got something to tell to each other.

Place where the light shone

was so close

that it was possible to reach it with your hand.

But who am I

to break the crystal thread,

it can not be saved.

So many years have passed

and we aren't any longer at that place

where the light shone.

This town has stuck in the off-season

Like fish in the net.

All pointers are showing zeros

Neither more, nor less.

We have almost learned how to laugh

But anyway

Something happened with eyes

of women having been mysterious some time ago...

Do you want me to tell you a tale

about an evil snowstorm,

about tropic heat,

about polar blizzard

You didn't understand, miss,

I'm not trying to get into your bed,

it just seemed to me

that we've got something to tell to each other.

Place where the light shone

was so close

that it was possible to reach it with your hand.

But who am I

to break the crystal thread,

it can not be saved.

So many years have passed

and we aren't any longer at that place

where the light shone.

Nobody can give me orders,

and I don't give them to myself,

I trust only to my left hand

and I draw the routes.

And the one who can control our lives, doesn't often think of us .

And we think of him only being in grief, or in vain.

What can be easier -

God is here, the threshold is there.

So why are you looking in the sky

with fear in your eyes.

You didn't understand, lord -

I'm not trying to get into your palace

It just seemed to me that we had

something to tell to each other.

Place where the light shone

was so close

that it was possible to reach it with your hand.

But who am I

to break the crystal thread,

it can not be saved.

So many years have passed

and we aren't any longer at that place

where the light shone.

• Artist:Mashina vremeni
• Album:Место, где свет