Квіти в волоссi [Kvity v volossi] [English translation]
Квіти в волоссi [Kvity v volossi] [English translation]
She wore flowers in her hair
And he and the wind were playing with them
It seemed that they were adults for long time
But loved frankly, like children.
Opened hearts, sincere eyes –
There are not many like that in the world
Tears of happiness were flowing every night,
Promises to love forever.
The little house on the corner of two streets,
The fence, embraced with autumn ivy,
It seemed – the rains let up,
It seemed, there will always be summer.
The only one telephone call
And once they only want –
The warmth blows from abroad,
So, fly surely!
Don’t promise for always
Don’t promise forever
Where is your-my tomorrow -
In temples the wind is whistling.
Don’t promise, what for?
Don’t promise, it’s not necessary.
The nearest time is dependent
But not always on you.
And suddenly all have changed around:
Problems, prices, dreams, expectations
They have split up like kids going to school
What was the first, have become the last.
She – to the sleeping regions of Warsaw
He has to concrete Moscow
But love in the taxophones
Is fateful to live not for long.
Where are going strippy streets to?
Why are you wandered in the world?
Such are hundreds, thousands, millions
In Israel, Canada, Crete.
There are reminiscences how all it was,
There are hopes how all will be…
The fate is drifting us quickly by the tide
Because we are people, not titans.
Don’t promise for always
Don’t promise forever
Where is your-my tomorrow -
In temples the wind is whistling.
Don’t promise, what for?
Don’t promise, it’s not necessary.
The nearest time is dependent
But not always on you.
The nearest time is dependent
But not always on you.
Don’t promise to love always
Don’t promise forever
Where is your-my tomorrow -
In temples the wind is whistling.
Don’t promise, what for?
Don’t promise, it’s not necessary.
The nearest time is dependent
But not always on you.
Don’t promise for always
Don’t promise forever
Where is your-my tomorrow -
In temples the wind is whistling.
Don’t promise, what for?
Don’t promise, it’s not necessary.
The nearest time is dependent
But not always on you.
She wore flowers in her hair
And he and the wind were playing with them
It seemed that they were adults for a long time
But loved frankly, like children.
- Artist:Boombox
- Album:Family Бізнес (2006)