Перемен [Peremen] [English translation]

Instead of warmth, grenth of the glass,

Instead of fire, smoke,

One selected day from the calendar,

Our sun is burning to ashes,

The day's burning with it.

Shadows are falling on the burning city.

Our hearts, are begging for change,

Our eyes, are begging for change,

In our eyes and in our tears,

And in the pulsation of the veins.

Change!

We are waiting for Change.

Electric light is continuing our day,

And the mach box is all empty.

In the kitchen, like a blue flower gas is burning.

Cigarettes in my hands, tea on the table,

This scheme is easy.

And there is no more, everything is in us.

Our hearts, are begging for change,

Our eyes, are begging for change,

In our eyes and in our tears,

And in the pulsation of the veins.

Change!

We are waiting for Change.

We ca'not brag with the wissenes of our eyes

And the smart gestaculation of our hands,

We don't need all that to communicate with each other.

Cigarettes in my hands, tea on the table,

Thats is the cycle.

And suddenly it gets scary to change something .

Our hearts, are begging for change,

Our eyes, are begging for change,

In our eyes and in our tears,

And in the pulsation of the veins.

Change!

We are waiting for Change.

• Artist:Kino