Перемен [Peremen] [English translation]

There is the greenery of glass instead of warmth

There is smoke instead of fire

One day is pulled out of the calendar's net

The red sun is burning to ashes

And so is the day

A shadow falls on the burning city

Our hearts are calling for changes!

Our eyes are calling for changes!

In our laugh, and in our tears,

And in the pulsation of our veins:

Changes! We are waiting for changes!

Electric light continues our day

And the box of matches is empty

But gas in the kitchen is burning like a blue flower*

We hold сigarettes in our hands, we have tea on the table - this scheme is simple.

There is nothing left; everything is inside of us.

Our hearts are calling for changes!

Our eyes are calling for changes!

In our laugh, and in our tears,

And in the pulsation of our veins:

Changes! We are waiting for changes!

We can't say we have wisdom in our eyes

Or skillful gestures of hands

We don't need it to understand each other

We hold сigarettes in our hands, we have tea on the table - that's how the circle is closed

And suddenly we are scared to change anything

Our hearts are calling for changes!

Our eyes are calling for changes!

In our laugh, and in our tears,

And in the pulsation of our veins:

Changes! We are waiting for changes!

• Artist:Kino