Сліди твоїх маленьких рук [Slidy tvoyikh malen'kykh ruk] [English translation]

Swayed to the side and felled to the ground,

Leaning with a dark heart to the shadows,

Tomorrow not me is playing, don't have the talent,

Three quarter jacket and half asleep to people,

Seraphs sung, and I don't sleep,

Came out from solar plexuses,

With C-majors spoiled my song,

So from spring on, no one even saw my shadow.

Chorus:

Tied up my eyes, and don't hear, and scream:

Love with me, love with me,

Hang around with me, and I will hang with you,

Die with me, and live with me,

How I live for you, how I live for you!

Don't be shy, let me in your home,

If you want, I'll clean there myself,

Show me your childhood photo,

And prints, prints of your little hands,

And prints, prints of your little hands.

Chorus:

How I live for you... I...

I live for you!

I live for you, I live for you,

I live for you, I live for you!

Don't be shy, let me in your home,

If you want, I'll clean there myself,

Show me your childhood photo,

And prints, prints of your little hands...

• Artist:Vivienne Mort
• Album:Teatr Pipinó (Театр Pipinó)