Стучаться в двери травы [Stuchat'sya v dveri travy] [English translation]

I saw how the rivers flow southbound,

And how gods turn their eyes to the East.

I saw the steel winds in heavens abound,

I have buried my darts in sand grit.

And I would be glad to stay in here,

But your folks're always right, alas;

So don't cry about me, when I'm gonna leave

To knock on the doors of grass.

Your good mother gives me her hot sweet tea,

But her responses are always amiss;

And your father counts his medals with glee

And views me as a foe of his.

And there are too few doors in your home, I see,

It's full of crooked mirror glass;

So don't cry about me, when I'm gonna leave

To knock on the doors of grass.

I saw a thousand birds in the sky,

But they had flown away long ago.

I saw a thousand eyes, keen and sly,

That peeped at my window show.

And you are gorgeous as day, but I'm tired to heave

And refer to thee as "You", lass.

So don't cry about me, when I'm gonna leave

To knock on the doors of grass.

• Artist:Akvarium
• Album:Десять Стрел 1986