Крылья [Kryl'ya] [English translation]

You put your evening dress off,

Looking at the wall.

And I see fresh scars on your back,

On your smooth like a violet back.

I want to cry with pain

Or forget myself into sleep,

Where are your wings,

I liked so?

Where are your wings,

what I liked so?

Where are your wings,

I liked so?

We used to have time,

Now we have only the duties -

To prove that the mighty one eat the weakest,

To prove that things are going from bad to worse.

We had lost something

In this insane war.

Where are your wings,

I liked so?

I don't ask how much money you have,

I don't ask about your husbands.

I see - you are afraid of open windows

And upper floors.

And if the great fire begin tomorrow

And the whole building dies in fire,

We'll die without these wings,

I liked so.

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Крылья