Пока Боги спят [Poka Bogi spyat] [English translation]

[Verse 1:]

Until you’ve seen, you won’t be able to understand.

Until you’ve trusted, you won’t be able to find

The ways towards your soul, taken prisoner.

People believe, Gods sleep.

Time gives a new view

On the old world of curve mirrors and walls.

[Bridge:]

The world – it’s yours;

But you’re an outcast there,

Lost, prideful and blind.

Once you make a turn,

Once you change your way

Birds would start to squawk behind.

People would stop talking behind.

[Chorus:]

Where have you been heading to for so many years?

On the road of unnecessary victories,

On the path of unavoidable downfalls and tears

Following the thread of ruptured veins,

According to the book of your changes,

On the road of affairs, but, well, "to each his own".

Madman, you’re all alone again

Amongst black-and-white pictures,

Amongst colourful dreams and reveries.

Where have you been heading to for so many years?

As well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb, doesn't matter.

There’s no truth, and there’s "to each his own" only.

[Verse 2:]

Until you’ve known, you won’t be able to save.

Until you’ve fallen in love, you won’t be able to return

Your hopes, dispersed in dreams.

People search, Gods sleep,

The roads fly forwards again

To the place, where we’ll be understood and forgiven.

[Bridge:]

The world – it’s yours;

But you’re an outcast there,

Lost, prideful and blind.

Once you make a turn,

Once you change your way

Birds would start to squawk behind.

People would stop talking behind.

[Chorus:]

Where have you been heading to for so many years?

On the road of unnecessary victories,

On the path of unavoidable downfalls and tears

Following the thread of ruptured veins,

According to the book of your changes,

On the road of affairs, but, well, "to each his own".

Madman, you’re all alone again

Amongst black-and-white pictures,

Amongst colourful dreams and reveries.

Where have you been heading to for so many years?

As well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb, doesn't matter.

There’s no truth, and there’s "to each his own" only.

[Chorus:]

Where have you been heading to for so many years?

On the road of unnecessary victories,

On the path of unavoidable downfalls and tears

Following the thread of ruptured veins,

According to the book of your changes,

On the road of affairs, but, well, "to each his own".

Madman, you’re all alone again

Amongst black-and-white pictures,

Amongst colourful dreams and reveries.

Where have you been heading to for so many years?

As well be hanged for a sheep as for a lamb, doesn't matter.

There’s no truth, and there’s "to each his own" only.

• Artist:Sergey Mavrin
• Album:Запрещённая реальность (Forbidden Reality)