Под звуки поцелуев [Pod zvuki potseluyev] [English translation]

Questions without

answers

And tears not because of the rain.

We don't hear each other.

We burnt like flares.

Our nerves are strained our patience isn't eternal

But the contradictions are eternal.

And stupid excuses again.

Our love is something brittle.

But despite that we'll fall asleep and wake up with the sound of kisses, wake up together.

And despite that we'll forget everything,

We'll rewrite, wipe off everything; again and again.

But despite that we'll fall asleep and wake up with the sound of kisses, wake up together.

And despite that we'll forget everything,

We'll rewrite, wipe off everything; and we'll not going back to our old ways.

And we'll not going back to our old ways.

Beautiful, without false

I will be, I will become

Naive, but beloved.

I wanna be the strongest!

Our nerves are strained our patience isn't eternal,

But the contradictions are eternal.

And stupid excuses again.

Our love is something brittle.

But despite that we'll fall asleep and wake up with the sound of kisses, wake up together.

And despite that we'll forget everything,

We'll rewrite, wipe off everything; again and again.

But despite that we'll fall asleep and wake up with the sound of kisses, wake up together.

And despite that we'll forget everything.

We'll rewrite, wipe off everything; and we'll not going back to our old ways.

• Artist:Olga Buzova