Безодня [Bezodnia] [English translation]

Our hands, lips, hair, shoulders,

Silence, words, thoughts, eyes

Are same and different at the same time today.

We are half step apart but there is chasm between us.

Little girl has hidden because it’s so scary in the dark,

I feel everything, I see you all over,

I'll be your warm shawl, I’ll be your sheepskin coat,

If you ask me,

While you don’t put an end.

Letters, pictures, texts, dreams

Don’t convey what is happening to us.

I know how sometimes it is lonely.

It’s half step to you but you are at the other side of chasm.

If I would make you hear, if you should heard me.

On tiptoe, groping my way I’m rushing divided in half.

Tell me whether we’ll be the same with others,

Will our hands, shoulders, hair, lips be the same?

I call you, I call you,

I call you at night without result.

I never, I never sell you or lend.

Now, now I'll be a rock of salt,

But, but I’ll trust in you as if you are last one.

Our world goes to the hell

Like a blast wave, like ice that drifts alone river.

Though all is upside down and head over heels

Your voice goes straight to my heart.

• Artist:Boombox