Отучи же меня говорить [Otuchi zhe menya govoritʹ] [English translation]

On our path cities are no more,

Sun-God comes up, colors the world with gold,

Show me ways to unlearn how to speak.

Teach me how.

If I could walk, yet not touch any odd thing,

Let soft white sand whirl underfoot, not cling,

Show me ways to unlearn how to speak.

Teach me how.

• Artist:Piknik (Russia)
• Album:Steklo (Стекло)