Облако [Oblako] [English translation]

I was searching for you on the rooftops, in the basements,

There where everybody feels good,

Though nothing is actually good.

You found me yourself

Having mixed up the floor.

And now - you are mine, this address is ours.

You know my answer:

“Of course, very much so”.

I hear how your liver is pulsing

And how your lungs breathe the air in.

One human now is made of two.

I scratch you with my stubble.

Remember, I am your last lover.

Eyeballs,

Mammary glands -

Stronger than iron and

More cunning than a fox.

And when you will be birthing my son;

I won’t fall asleep til the dawn

Worrying too much.

A pink newborn,

Smelling of white bread

Looking at us

With the cornflower sky eyes.

My darling, when I croak

I will turn in to a cloud

Above your head,

So you wouldn’t feel lonely.

During a flight, on the plane, press your face to the window.

I will be awaiting you in the sky for a kiss.

My darling, when I croak

I will turn in to a cloud

Above your head,

So you wouldn’t feel lonely.

During a flight, on the plane, press your face to the window.

I will be awaiting you in the sky...

It won’t be worse for us tomorrow -

Tomorrow we just will be gone.

Thousand of guns are firing point blank at us,

Those are not animals anymore, those have not been humans for a long time.

So that our children do not be ashamed of their fathers,

To the last battle, attack the dead,

So that we don’t shame the memory of our fathers,

To the last battle, attack the dead.

If we don’t stop them at our doorstep,

You know where the guns and the safe with the ammunition are.

This is just a flesh,

That you are hidden in,

Our soul does not reside where the white and red cells are.

Son, if you survive,

You will understand everything:

A word - is a sword, a knife - is a knife.

I love you so much, and your mom too, my wife.

We will see each other again, don’t you hurry, I will wait.

My darling, when I croak

I will turn in to a cloud

Above your head,

So you wouldn’t feel lonely.

During a flight, on the plane, press your face to the window.

I will be awaiting you in the sky for a kiss.

My darling, when I croak

I will turn in to a cloud

Above your head,

So you wouldn’t feel lonely.

During a flight, on the plane, press your face to the window.

I will be awaiting you in the sky for a kiss.

• Artist:25/17
• Album:Русский подорожник (2014)