Скользить по земле [Skolʹzitʹ po zemle] [English translation]

Ooh, it's easy to glide through the air*,

Not leaving my soul anywhere,

Just having stepped over the verge.

Yeah, gliding past empty streets,

Past strangers resembling pale saints in retreat, -

They are also tormented by snake roads' scourge.

Yeah, the break of the dawn's getting nigh.

Indeed, how do I dare to fly,

Not feeling the weight of my chains.

Yeah, perhaps that's how the circle is closed,

And only copper strings got out of hand unopposed,

And they jingle in higher domains.

Yeah, the break of the dawn's getting nigh.

Indeed, how do I dare to fly,

Not feeling the weight of my chains.

Yeah...

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Zhenʹ-shenʹ (Жень-шень) 1996