Прощай, моя любовь [Proshchay, moya lyubovʹ] [English translation]

Should I, may I? The thoughts were complicated.

It was so clean and so fast,

that our lives were synchronyzed to beat.

I was keeping your dreams as white birds, as well-said phrases..

Sweet music, the hands were hot

Our eyelashes intertwined like soft needles.

To the left or to the right, we lived following the rules,

smart and languid.

Ref:

Good bye, my love

The sky gives me the sharp drops of tears

My thin and fragile veins are loud and luminescent

Shall I, is it worth it,

tearing down all we were building?

I'm proud, I'm brave...

Ref.

Good bye, my love, good bye

• Artist:Yulia Savicheva