Египтянин [Yegiptyanin] [English translation]

Seems like I...

Seems like I...

That what will never be

Can't be ruined or killed.

And what cannot be killed

Will forever exist on this Earth.

With a finger touch I'll

Break a narrow street aisle.

My soul, I set you free,

But please don't take from me

These light wings, 'cause it seems to me that

Seems like I'm an Egyptian,

And the sun and the heat're here with me.

And the sharp talons, scratching the welkin,

Are the claws of light Sphinx behind me.

Seems like I...

Seems like I...

Someone lost - you will find,

One kept mum - you declined,

One conceived an idea,

He would go on a tear

And [would] lose peace for good.

But my dream isn't new:

Grass till heavenly blue.

My soul, I set you free,

But please don't take from me

These light wings, 'cause it seems to me that

Seems like I'm an Egyptian,

And the sun and the heat're here with me.

And the sharp talons, scratching the welkin,

Are the claws of light Sphinx behind me.

Seems like I...

Seems like I...

That what will never be...

That what will never be...

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)