Прекрасное Далёко [Beautiful Far Away] [Prekrasnoje Dalëko] [English translation]

The Beautiful Afar, don't be cruel to me

Don't be cruel to me, don't be cruel

From a clear headspring into the Beautiful Afar

I begin my journey into the Beautiful Afar

V1.

Helicopters are no longer flying

Magician (6) isn't seen in recent years

The Beautiful Afar, the Futile Afar

So faraway that it's never to be reached

At noisy parties

Ballerina on a music box reminds of unrealized dreams

Dahlia leaves wilt in an old vase

And your song reflects in a tear of sadness by every piano note

Glassy gaze, life like movie bloopers from a hundred to zero,

Spring is already more than thousand nights one after another

And it's doubtful you can once more let loose your childish giggle

And never again to meet Electronic (8) in techno

You are now a model, model that's discarded from a conveyor

Under the oppression of dust and weight of time

Adults are certain, drink, celebrate

Ahead is your Futile Afar

[Refrain]

The Beautiful Afar, futile and far

Senselessly cruel, forget the path

Without entry and exit, to Futile Afar

To Futile Afar you won't pass your way

V2.

Whether tidings, whether tale

Slaves of heart and captives of conscience

Contrary to reason and then,

Languishing stare fixed at a monitor,

Having understood nothing, like Neznaika (3)

Darkness without light like Danko (4)

There is no foothold and you're so alone

Like Moon in a sunny city

Fate has its own empire

Trust me, it will gift you a golden key (5) for you birthday

Start the motor on your train

And with sorrow crash into the wall at full speed

Dance until you get sick

And once more a line snort, look out of a window

There, a lonely sail gleams far away (7)

Year after year taking off into your Futile Afar

[Refrain]

The Beautiful Afar, futile and far

Senselessly cruel, forget the path

Without entry and exit, to Futile Afar

To Futile Afar you won't pass your way

Fate has its own empire

Trust me, it will gift you a golden key for you birthday

Start the motor on your train

And with sorrow crash into the wall at full speed

Dance until you get sick,

And once more a line snort, look out of a window

There, a lonely sail whitens far away

Year after year taking off into your Futile Afar

• Artist:Pyrokinesis