Шар цвета хаки [Shar tsveta khaki] [English translation]

I was tintless,

I was flawlessly clear,

I was transparent,

and now I am completely white.

Seems like someone considered it’s winter

and covered me with whitening.

I could be white –

but still clean.

Even if it means I’m frigid,

my gaze still would be fair.

But someone considered it’s war

and colored me black.

I can see the color,

though I haven’t been here yet.

I can hear the color, I can feel the color,

I don’t want to contact

with all those who’s already painting up the sky.

I can see a song in the distance,

but all I can hear is:

Forward, MARCH!

Double time, MARCH!

The scariest crowd I’ve ever seen

is a khaki-dyed crowd.

I could be black –

whatever, I could be the Devil himself,

but one of the chiefs

that always spoil for the fight

gave a command to step on the summer

and trampled down me into khaki.

I can see smoke,

though I haven’t been here yet.

I can hear ashes, I can feel ashes, (1)

I don’t want to contact

the bastard that’ll burn this sky.

Don't touch the sky! (2)

I can see a song in the distance

but all I can hear is:

Forward, MARCH!

Double time, MARCH!

The worst image I’ve ever seen

is a khaki-dyed globe.

Forward, MARCH!

Double time, MARCH!

• Artist:Nautilus Pompilius
• Album:Разлука