Три чемодана, одна дорога
Цветок в горшке, чтобы был как дома
Три полоски адик, с СКК футболка
Я был счастлив здесь, и не буду снова
Я был счастлив здесь, и не буду снова
И не буду снова
Won’t be happy again in the same story
Protagonist can’t get once again his glory
The thousand faces – but none is mine
A narrative unfolds, but I am done
My song had a melody once, but now
It’s lost in the echoes of hopes and vowes
Some songs aren’t meant to be sung aloud,
Some songs cannot be sung by a crowd
Я был счастлив здесь, и не буду снова
Молчит многоточие, где было слово
Молчит толпа, где угасла воля
Где крестились направо, восстали боги
Нужно семя, чтобы бросить корни,
Чтобы вырвать корни, нужно много воли
Время лечит, а я неизлечимый,
Били часы, а меня не били
Мать на дорожку сидеть учила
Синица в руке никогда не пела
Корабли, лавируя, не вернулись
Плохая примета – журавль в небе
Won’t be happy again in the same story
Protagonist can’t get once again his glory
The thousand faces – but none is mine
A narrative unfolds, but I am done
My song had a melody once, but now
It’s lost in the echoes of hopes and vowes
Some songs aren’t meant to be sung aloud,
Some songs cannot be sung by a crowd
Нужно семя, чтобы бросить корни,
Чтобы вырвать корни, нужно много воли
Время лечит, а я неизлечимый,
Били часы, а меня не…
били
Разбитая чашка
Как признак счастья
Мертвая птица
Как призрак счастья
В небе журавль, в руке синица
Синица мертва, и журавль смеется
Нужно семя, чтобы бросить корни,
Чтобы вырвать корни, нужно много воли
Время лечит, а я неизлечимый,
Били часы, а меня не били
Нужно семя, чтобы бросить корни,
Чтобы вырвать корни, нужно много воли
Время лечит, а я неизлечимый,
Били часы, а меня не били
Three suitcases, one journey
A flower in a pot to make it feel like home
Three stripes Adik, with SKK T-shirt
I was happy here and won't be again
I was happy here and won't be again
And I won't again
Won't be happy again in the same story
Protagonist can't get once again his glory
The thousand faces – but none is mine
A narrative unfolds, but I am done
My song had a melody once, but now
It's lost in the echoes of hopes and vows
Some songs aren't meant to be sung aloud,
Some songs cannot be sung by a crowd
I was happy here and won't be again
The ellipsis where the word was is silent
The crowd is silent, where the will has faded away
Where they were baptized to the right, the gods rose up
It takes a seed to take root
It takes a lot of will to pull out the roots
Time heals, but I'm incurable
The clock struck, but it didn't strike me
Mother taught me to sit on the path
The bird in your hand never sang
The ships, tacking, did not return
Bad omen - pie in the sky
Won't be happy again in the same story
Protagonist can't get once again his glory
The thousand faces – but none is mine
A narrative unfolds, but I am done
My song had a melody once, but now
It's lost in the echoes of hopes and vows
Some songs aren't meant to be sung aloud,
Some songs cannot be sung by a crowd
It takes a seed to take root
It takes a lot of will to pull out the roots
Time heals, but I'm incurable
The clock struck, but it didn’t... strike me
Broken cup
As a sign of happiness
Dead bird
Like a ghost of happiness
There is a crane in the sky, a tit in the hand
The tit is dead and the crane is laughing
It takes a seed to take root
It takes a lot of will to pull out the roots
Time heals, but I'm incurable
The clock struck, but it didn't strike me
It takes a seed to take root
It takes a lot of will to pull out the roots
Time heals, but I'm incurable
The clock struck, but it didn't strike me
