Перемен [Peremen] [English translation]

A bottle's green glass instead of the warmth

Smoke instead of fire

A day taken out of the calendar

Red sun's burnt to ashes,

and the day fades away with it.

City on fire's covered with shadow.

Our hearts are longing for changes

Our eyes are longing for changes

It's in our laugh and in our tears

And in the pulsation of our veins

Changes, we are longing for changes

Electric light prolongues our day

And a matchbox is totally empty

But the flame of kitchen gas is like a flower in blossom

A cigarette's in a hand, tea cup's on the table

The scheme is simple

There's nothing more, everything's inside us.

Our hearts are longing for changes

Our eyes are longing for changes

It's in our laugh and in our tears

And in the pulsation of our veins

Changes, we are longing for changes

Our eyes are not full of wisdom

And our hands are not always skilled

But to understand one another we don't need it all.

A cigarette's in a hand, tea cup's on the table

That's how a circle completes

And suddenly we are too terrified to change anything

Our hearts are longing for changes

Our eyes are longing for changes

It's in our laugh and in our tears

And in the pulsation of our veins

Changes, we are longing for changes

• Artist:Kino