Марсианский экспресс [Marsianskiy Ekspress] [English translation]

Trains are leaving into the night on schedule,

Avoiding a passing touch,

Under a bottomless abyss of stars -

If I only knew all their names

And if I recalled the taste with no air, no sound,

Even no breathing.

...The names of stars with no bottom, no air and no breathing.

Trains are moving, loaded with shells,

Under a pomegranate and grape star,

Where spring battles with sand,

Where your temple hears a blast -

And the retrograde planets

Shatter to pieces like glass,

Like glass, like glass, like glass...

With trains I'm sewing a charred chronicle,

I'm disappearing in the bind of fiery pages.

Look, this time is running off the rails,

The switches are fluttering, and my express

Is longing for that last haul

When we met each other.

My express is running off the rails,

Longing for that last haul.

We met each other, the Martian Express

Is already longing for the haul.

• Artist:Melnitsa
• Album:Алхимия (2015)