Перемен [Peremen] [English translation]

There’s a glass instead of warmth,

Smoke’s instead of heat.

From our schedule one day is taken out.

A red sun’s burning to the nightfall,

The day’s burning down with it…

And a shadow falls on glowing towns.

“We need changes!” that’s demand of the hearts.

“We need changes!” that’s demand of the eyes.

You can see it in tears and laugh

And in pulsing of veins:

“We need changes!

We ‘re waiting for them!”

An electrical light makes the day long enough,

And the matches are out, but still

In the kitchen the gas like a flower shines.

I’ve a cigarette pack and tea on the table,

That’s a simple scheme,

We need nothing more as the rest is inside of us.

“We need changes!” that’s demand of the hearts.

“We need changes!” that’s demand of the eyes.

You can see it in tears and laugh

And in pulsing of veins:

“We need changes!

We ‘re waiting for them!”

We have no a wisdom of eyes to brag it,

We don’t know much gestures to urge.

We don’t need all this things for we get along here.

We’ve a cigarette pack and tea on the table –

And the round’s encircled.

And suddenly we are afraid to change anything.

“We need changes!” that’s demand of the hearts.

“We need changes!” that’s demand of the eyes.

You can see it in tears and laugh

And in pulsing of veins:

“We need changes!

We ‘re waiting for them!”