Петарды [Petardy] [English translation]

And firecrackers will explode.

Disturbing nerves.

Killing a piece of willow,

in the window of some stranger's attic.

I am no romantic,

I am scared of heights,

And all these "cat-and-mouse" games

Would drive anybody mad.

Again I am home,

She is flying round in a circle,

From some scary sickness,

Where every word spurts poison.

How many impossibles must one have

and truly, after tomorrow,

it will be too late, and boring,

We will be late.

We finally fly in, after 40 flights

in the intervals, the railway sleepers

I should know by now, I am allowed,

after so may impossibles...

Under a fluorescent lamp

Burned hands-nails,

Lips, elbows, bitten

And turned into vampires

It was stuffy in the night

And someone upstairs was crying

Bit of the willow has wilted,

probably, unwanted

And it was interesting,

and she had enough of flying,

she lightly hovered,

and all has come to its rightful place

How may impossibles must one have

and truly, after tomorrow,

it will be too late, and boring

We will be late.

We finally fly in, after 40 flights

in the intervals, the railway sleepers

I should know by now, I am allowed,

after so may impossibles...

• Artist:Zemfira
• Album:Z-Sides