Притяженья больше нет [Prityazhen'ya bol'she net] [English translation]

Let’s stay free.

Let’s throw the masks and the silks at feet.

And though my actions didn’t have any logic,

I don’t know how to live another way.

Let’s start moving first,

Today I'm playing white,1

And you, go forward your own way,

Get safe in the twilight of dark rooms.

One hundred steps backwards, quietly on toes.

Fly, my soul, don’t stay here.

One hundred steps backwards.

There’s no attraction anymore.

One hundred steps backwards, quietly on toes.

Fly, my soul, don’t stay here.

One hundred steps backwards.

There’s no attraction anymore.

Backwards, from holidays to Tuesdays.

Backwards, from the finish to the baselines.

And though my actions didn’t have any logic,

I don’t know how to live another way.

One hundred steps backwards, quietly on toes.

Fly, my soul, don’t stay here.

One hundred steps backwards.

There’s no attraction anymore.

One hundred steps backwards, quietly on toes.

Fly, my soul, don’t stay here.

One hundred steps backwards.

There’s no attraction anymore.

1. i.e. white pieces (chess)

• Artist:Maxim Fadeev
• Album:Притяженья больше нет