Синоптики [Sinoptiki] [English translation]

[Verse 1]

Forecasters of bashful white nights

Who managed to survive the bitter cold,

You made us a bit warmer, a bit kinder,

We became more agile in thawed poses.

You are beloved by children and thoughtful widows,

You who turned on the jazz in communal apartments.

I listen to each of your new forecasts

Trying to figure out the secret power.

[Refrain]

What hope do you have in you, what love?

Without songs, without celebration, without gestures, without words.

[Verse 2]

Bearers of the secret of overseas gods

Who instilled fear in untrusting mothers

Are taking the girls under the white cover

And there they teach them to dance to tam-tams.

Shareholders of crazy ideas,

You hear the music of the brass Buddha,

You understand the language of taciturn children.

A miracle happens here every night.

[Refrain]

Inspiring hope, breathing love into us

Without songs, without celebration, without gestures, without words.

• Artist:Vyacheslav Butusov
• Album:Раскол (Raskol)