Мой рай [Moy ray] [English translation]

Maybe it's my paradise

To search for his reflection

In the black items

And to hear May in the voice.

Maybe it's my paradise

In the rains of the window light,

The sky seems to be so close

When the eyes have the colour of paradise.

And it's good he doesn't know

About someone like me

And that there are vanilla snowflakes

in my dreams – the winter.

And under the barefoot steps

Are the snowstorm and ice,

He will never

Leave my thoughts any more.

And I'm not ashamed to scream

That it is love,

His words burnt

My blood for three minutes.

I am continuing to repeat myself

All is ok,

But I understand I need him,

I need him still.

Maybe, it's my paradise

Picking bouquets

Like this saving them from the wind

And to lie that they give flowers.

Of course, if not you,

I would not meet the dawns

Of your cold planet

In which they divide the bridges.

And it's good he doesn't know

About someone like me

And that there are vanilla snowflakes

in my dreams – the winter.

And under the barefoot steps

Are the snowstorm and ice,

He will never

Leave my thoughts any more.