Рассветы [Rassvety] [English translation]

Not a drop of nicotine in 30 minutes *

Not a word at the break, not even whispering

Not a breath - the spider's web might fall

No fear, no love, no grumbling at least.

Dawns, sunsets

Where am I going? And where are you going?

The paper pilots

We'll cut into pieces

Not a gram of regret, and only in the eyes

There is no happiness, no rain and no cause.

Just a moon has passed since the birthday days

Whose clock dial is going mad because of the frost

Dawns, sunsets

Where am I going? And where are you going?

The paper pilots

We'll cut into pieces

• Artist:Zemfira