Он был старше ее [On byl starshe ee] [English translation]

He was older than her.

She was good.

There was soul in her little body,

They were going out together,

They did not quarrel 'bout trifles.

And everyone around were saying

Why they aren't husband and wife,

And only one nonsense

Were bringing down his mind;

He loved her,

She liked to fly over nights.

He was suffering, if it was dark behind window,

He didn't sleeo, during nights he had closed the window,

He was crying, drinking bitter tea in the kitchen,

While she was flying over nights.

And then, in the morning, she sweared

That it was last time yesterday.

He forgave, but it is dark behind window during nights,

And she was still flying, no matter what.

And he was giving away her roses,

Buying her perfumes,

Dedicating her poems,

Reading her lines.

He was catching the thread

Like the worst fool.

He was scared that she will forget the way to home,

Sometimes, under full Moon,

And one night,

That had happened.

He was suffering, if it was dark behind window,

He didn't sleeo, during nights he had closed the window,

He was crying, drinking bitter tea in the kitchen,

While she was flying over nights.

And then, in the morning, she sweared

That it was last time yesterday.

He forgave, but it is dark behind window during nights,

And she was still flying, no matter what.

And 3 days and 3 nights

He didn't sleep nor eat,

He was sitting by the window

And watching the sky.

He was repeating her name,

Went out to meet her on cornice.

And when the Moon started to fade away,

He stepped forward from the window, like she was stepping,

He started to fly, like she was flying,

But not to fly up, but down.

And then, in the morning, she sweared

That it was last time yesterday.

He forgave, but it is dark behind window during nights,

And she was still flying, no matter what.

And she was still flying, no matter what.

• Artist:Mashina vremeni