Она [Ona] [English translation]

There are two girlfriends hand in hand, one doesn't exist without the other.

Two quite different images: one plays with everyone, another one is played with.

One is locked in the cage of time, another one is free outside.

The only thing that colligates life and death is they are both of feminine gender.

Life is cute for its silliness -

The aim of it is indistinct, means are vague,

You constantly face its miserliness

Asking for just a drop of manna.

Death, in its turn, doesn't offer you anything at all,

Doing her business dumb,

She takes your soul for future resurrections

And gives three days to your people to bid farewell to the body.

Perhaps, life must be spent for someone else,

Even though it's still not clear what for,

But maybe then it will please,

Getting enjoyable at times.

So you will be able to argue with death,

Placing yourself in the end of the queue

You no longer prepare yourself to meet death, but prepare death to meet you,

Like a daughter meets her father.

No one knows how exactly it happens,

Death, perhaps, ends with life,

But everyone comes here for something,

Comes here to do something.

Life and death hide something from me,

They want to turn me into a bastard.

They are just the two words that has no meaning themselves,

Except they are both of feminine gender.

• Artist:Dolphin
• Album:Глубина резкости