Елизавета [Yelizaveta] [English translation]

Elizabeth has two friends

A horse, and the one in a dream

Behind the curtains is eternal peace, the rustle of rain

And there, as always, is Sunday

And candles, and a holiday,

And summer, and laughter

And that which can't be

Tell me, then why

Statues fell down, on wires

For what did we duel and go

Throat on the whip

She laid

A finger on my lips

And whispers, "Do what you want

But don't speak, words are death

They're death"

And our bodies will swing open like doors

And up, to the heavens

To where they can fly freely

Smoothly gliding

And there, like always, is Sunday,

And candles, and a holiday,

And summer, and laughter,

And that which can't be

That which can't be

• Artist:Boris Grebenshchikov
• Album:Русский альбом (1992)