Мы бежим от себя [My bezhim ot sebya] [English translation]

We run from ourselves each day, each hour, each moment,

We hide our soul from all, clothing the bolts of fate,

We smile for everyone, but inside there's only fear, only scream,

Because we don't know, what game we are playing.

We forgot about honesty, it's only in our words.

I began to notice more and more lies in the eyes of my mates.

Only in childhood we could offend each other verbally,

And, not knowing the guile, to shout: "Mother" sincerely!

We are getting older, our characters are changing,

Our views have become sharper and harder, we are not the same.

We replaced love with passion, we killed dreams,

We went from the tenth form to adulthood with them.

We wanted to grow up and run forward without looking back,

We built what we so defiantly, thoughtlessly destroyed.

For some reason we ran away from the warmest houses,

Only there we were forgiven and were loved always.

Our life is like a movie: every gaze, every breath,

Every sin, every moment - everything is filmed.

Perhaps, this tape will be watched in the heavens by God.

Up to a certain moment, it's not given to us to know his thoughts...

Perhaps, this tape will be watched in the heavens by God.

Up to a certain moment, it's not given to us to know his thoughts...

Perhaps, this tape will be watched in the heavens by God.

Up to a certain moment, it's not given to us to know his thoughts...

• Artist:Stas Mikhailov