Трещины [Treshchiny] [English translation]

Broken people - cracks in their masks, lines on their faces.

Broken wings, like we're birds.

Cracks in white ink on a black page.

These cracks pierce us like needles.

It's a plastic paradise -

this place we call Earth.

We forgot where we live 1,

These cracks have changed us.

Speak so I can understand you 2.

And I'll answer the same way to you.

There's love on the lawn. There's love without shoes 3,

even in the cracks in the morning at night and afternoon.

Speak so I can understand you.

And I'll answer the same way to you.

There's love on the lawn. There's love without shoes,

even in the cracks in the morning at night and afternoon

Cracks to the left and cracks to the right and right in front of you.

Lines get broken, if you read between the words.

Cracks in the sky, wrinkles on and within your body,

In the air, in the dust, and there, when you're in a deep sleep.

It's a plastic paradise -

this place we call Earth.

We forgot where we live,

These cracks have changed us.

Speak so I can understand you.

And I'll answer the same way to you.

There's love on the lawn. There's love without shoes,

even in the cracks in the morning at night and afternoon.

Speak so I can understand you.

And I'll answer the same way to you.

There's love on the lawn. There's love without shoes,

even in the cracks in the morning at night and afternoon

1. lit "our address" 2. lit "my language" 3. lit: "barefoot"

• Artist:Linda