Крылья [Kryl'ya] [English translation]

Taking off your evening dress

And facing the wall you stand.

I observe the recent scars

On your smooth as velvet back.

I am ready to cry with anguish

Either to fall into sleep

Watching your back without your wings.

I liked them to see.

Where’s the wings, my dear?

I liked watching them on your back.

Where’s the wings, my dear?

I liked watching them on your back.

In the past we spent time very easy.

But now the task is not light

To tell that strong persons eat the weaks

To prove that soot is white.

We all lost something important

On that reckless and stupid war.

In fact where’s your lovely wings

Which I always liked to watch?

Where’s the wings, my dear?

I liked watching them on your back.

Where’s the wings, my dear?

I liked watching them on your back.

I don’t ask if you have heap of money

I don’t ask you about your men.

I see that you’re scared of opened windows

And of the upper levels

And if tomorrow some fire flare up

And the building is in flame

We shall die because you lost the wings.

I would like to see them again.

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Крылья