В небо [V nebo] [English translation]

There’s in my palms (arms) «the rowanberry silk-red blood» (the silk blood of an ashberry);

It’s stitched with threads of flame-fire.

And on the carpus (wrist), hands (watch) are measuring off again

The path from you (and...) the path to me.

For sky, to sky I'm shedding my tears.

Weeping is late, but only it saves me.

Love, you is like pain... And like breathing is, and the parting is.

For the sky, to the sky I would rather rise (raise) me.

I would, I would fly up and abide with...

With you, alone...You are and I’m.

I started over all again for step by step

(I started from the very outset step by step),

It’s outside a wounded soul.

But like a scarlet thread the game tied (bound) on our hands,

The game finals is the life, it’s all (the end of game is life, it’s all).

For sky, to sky I'm shedding my tears.

Weeping is late, but only it saves me.

Love, you is like pain... And like breathing is, and the parting is.

For the sky, to the sky I would rather rise me.

I would, I would fly up and abide with...

With you, alone...You are and I’m.

You are and I’m.

………..…………

I would to sky...

For sky, to sky I'm shedding my tears.

Weeping is late, but only it saves me.

Love is like pain... And like breathing is, and like parting is.

For the sky, to the sky I would rather rise me.

I would, I would fly up and abide with...

With you, alone...You are and I’m.

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by AN60SH

• Artist:Slava
• Album:The Best