Свята [Svyata] [English translation]

The dear one made

her beloved of glass and chucked him away

It was painful

Then to hold him to body.

The one who avoids the pain,

The one who switches off the filters,

Kisses and then asks,

For if the dear one is in love, don't ask questions anymore!

Oh, mom, during the holidays

I wasn't holy

The dear one chucked away

her beloved, but another one caught him

It was painful

Until the cold, and then it ceased.

For that's how winter works:

Under the snow dressed in a gown you go dancing.

And you don't ask, but kiss,

For if the dear one is in love, don't ask questions anymore!

Oh, mom, during the holidays

I wasn't holy

Deaaar, dear...

Oh, mommy is asking me, where I have been so long?

Deaaar, dear...

Oh, I was feasting, mom, I drank some white wine,

Deaaar, dear...

I was running on the roofs

I was falling into the sky with my beloved.

And in the morning I was crying,

For I was the dear one so briefly...

Oh, mom, during the holidays

I wasn't holy

Deaaar, dear...

• Artist:KAZKA
• Album:КАРМА