Назад в Архангельск [Nazad v arkhangel'sk] [English translation]

Some time ago we had hands and roads,

Now we are waiting on the treshold.

We look at the smoke from the chimney,

And the dove of grace gets up on his hind legs.

Carved wind. Crystal wind.

It's too late to wait till the crisis comes.

See how these books are burning.

Back to Arkhangelsk!

In churches and in chains, a wandering cripple

Drinks champagne with a girl cook Dunya in hallway.

Wherever I look, there are the icons,

Either crawl under the bed, or push on the brakes.

Carved wind. Crystal wind.

It's too late to clench a fig in pocket.

See how these books are burning.

Back to Arkhangelsk!

Banana-mamma with strong legs

Cuts the world map, making her origami of it.

Behind the counter a perfectly wise man is drowsing.

We're coming to the backwoods using navigation devices.

Back to Arkhangelsk.

The dead with the fog instead of their faces

Burn the ziggurats on the streets of capitals.

In the whole world there's only one manifesto:

Wherever you go, you are doomed man anyway.

Carved wind. Crystal wind.

It's too late to count love liaisons and intrigues.

See how these books are burning!

Back to Arkhangelsk!

• Artist:Akvarium
• Album:Архангельск (2011)