Пой [Poj] [English translation]

he arrives at the place

where singing comes easy to him

the place is occupied,

he stands nearby,

his eyes shed floods of silence.

The time sweetly whispers

new fairy-tales,

and covering small eyes

with ears

the country as big as a whale sleeps.

A bird flew away

a fish fell asleep

there is a firm habit

to take for a smlie

this awkward grin on a face

the road goes rushing down

the steep incline

how much is left?

Ask God

God lives at the other end.

Only a littel boy

not suppressed by the system

unaware of the word "fear"

longs for being the new

last hero

with an exquisite guitar in his hands.

with his head thrown back

he holds his breath

he hears the words:

Remember

you will be alone,

at the very edge,

remember

the truth will always win

even if it perishes in a battle.

keep hold of your every day

while you are alive,

and while your angel is with you

Sing.

These poor naked

god creatures

who was thrown out of Eden

till the end of the universe

lived and multiplied

in love and in sorrow

day after day

and backslid to grey mice.

They shout about freedom,

but they love a stick,

so that it doesn't really matter to give them a carrot after all

Parties any time from fast to fast.

They have empty heads,

they have clear souls,

new plywood artists are being made for them

of a finisher's slab

Only a littel boy

not suppressed by the system

unaware of the word "fear"

longs for being the new

last hero

with an exquisite guitar in his hands.

with his head thrown back

he holds his breath

he hears the words:

Remember

you will be alone,

at the very edge,

remember

the truth will always win

even if it perishes in a battle.

keep hold of your every day

while you are alive,

and while your angel is with you

Sing.

• Artist:Mashina vremeni
• Album:Time Machine