Порцеляна [Portseliana] [English translation]

Sudden change, my posture I'm keeping,

Morning deluge won't catch up with me.

I'm walking swiftly and nicely,

Life is changeable, this won't scare me.

I won't be quickening my steps,

Though I'm in pain.

Only ash is in my soul,

And dust of porcelain.

Morning nerves, auto-maneuvers,

Your fun is rubbing metal on glass

From our window flying, like flowers,

From porcelain fragile hearts.

Chorus:

You're my favorite game, my lost game,

I'm learning to live without you.

I'm your game you haven't play, porcelain haze,

And like flowers, shards of the hearts.

I won't be quickening my steps,

Though I'm in pain.

Only ash is in my soul.

The coffee is spilled- it's not difficult,

It's all fun, I didn't finish the game-so be it.

I keep the shape, I keep the posture,

I won't brake a daily wind resistance.

Solid nerves, auto-maneuvers,

Intoxicating fun, wild heartbeat,

From our window flying, like flowers,

From porcelain fragile hearts.

Chorus:

You're my favorite game, my lost game,

I'm learning to live without you.

I'm your game you haven't play, porcelain haze,

And like flowers, shards of the hearts.

I'm your game you haven't play, porcelain haze,

And like flowers, shards of the hearts.

I won't be quickening my steps,

Though I'm in pain.

Only ash is in my soul,

And dust of porcelain.

• Artist:Erika