Падший ангел [padshiy angel] [English translation]

I dream of bloodhounds, I dream of wild beasts.

I dream that the creatures with eyes like the lampshades

Have clawed into my wings when I reached for sky crease

And I tumbled right down like fallen angel.

I do not recall falling, I just remember

A muffled thud against cold rocks, so painful.

Could it really be true that I flew up so high and

So ferociously fell down like fallen angel.

Straight on down.

Right there, whence we have left in the hope for a better new life.

Straight on down.

Right there, whence we so eagerly looked at the shining blue height.

Straight on down.

I have tried to be fair-minded and gracious,

And nothing appeared to be frightful or antic,

That the crowds on the ground were gathering, waiting,

They came to observe how [the] angel would plummet.

Into wide open mouths the wind sweeps something,

Either white-blue snow, or sweet heavenly manna,

Or just feathers that fly and follow as odd trail

After one who has plunged like a fallen angel.

Straight on down.

Right there, whence we have left in the hope for a better new life.

Straight on down.

Right there, whence we so eagerly looked at the shining blue height.

Straight on down.

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Человек без имени (Chelovek bez imeni)