В мегаполисе погасли фонари [V megapolise pogasli fonari] [English translation]

The lights went out in the metropolis, the city frozen in anticipation of the dawn.

But even if it does not wake up, you are my sky, you are my sun.

Far away, where the desert sands go without water, dry with longing

Waiting for the rain, even if it is not shed, you are my sea, you are my thunderstorm.

A strong woman's heart cracks, years fly by but she is not less than the tears

Shed at night and from morning to evening, she hides her emotions behind a mask of nonchalance.

Do not turn back if you are called or not, otherwise they will not end what they have started.

Fate limits everything and we buy happiness with coupons and pay for delivery following pain.

In a career boost, family and relationships. Just to interfere, friends are treated as girlfriends.

A strong man, too, has his own reasons not to call or write but we keep silent about it.

Pride, foolishness, strength, weakness, cowardice, courage. And what a difference this was called,

If it finishes inside, what's left of love from the past and how I live.

The lights went out in the metropolis, the city frozen in anticipation of the dawn.

But even if it does not wake up, you are my sky, you are my sun.

Far away, where the desert sands go without water, dry with longing

Waiting for the rain, even if it is not shed, you are my sea, you are my thunderstorm.

I remember the sun gently warming, I was flying hastily and hurriedly past the lookout on Vernadsky Prospekt.

And you're standing at the bus stop, all beautiful, and the heart beats out of my chest, but I press on the gas and fly past.

Maybe you saw me then, but even if it were so, you did not show it in the rain

Or, in fact, we just wanted to show our strength, that me without you, looks so good.

And so we live, giving strength to weakness. Do not in any way show your pain externally.

Strength is not in the fact that she was lying inside. We are not together and the rest are the lyrics.

And if I do not call and you do not call, then who will do it for us, baby?

The one who runs away is not silent, but rather the one who returns. Everything falls after all, but the entities rise up.

The lights went out in the metropolis, the city frozen in anticipation of the dawn.

But even if it does not wake up, you are my sky, you are my sun.

Far away, where the desert sands go without water, dry with longing

Waiting for the rain, even if it is not shed, you are my sea, you are my thunderstorm.

• Artist:Bahh Tee