Перемен [Peremen] [English translation]

No warmth for us - just greenish glass,

No flame - it's all smoke.

This day is ripped from the old calendar grid.

See how the red sun is burning like grass,

With it the day is choked.

Shadows fall on the city, scorched by the heat.

Our hearts're sorely demanding a change,

Our eyes're likewise demanding a change.

This demand is in pulsing of veins,

In our tears, laughs deranged.

We demand!

We wait for a change.

The electric white light keeps extending our day,

And the matchbox is empty, that's rough,

But the kitchen stove burns with blue flame - it is gas.

Cigarettes in our hands, tea on the tray,

This plan's simple enough.

That's all we've got - nothing else; all we've got's within us.

Our hearts're sorely demanding a change,

Our eyes're likewise demanding a change.

This demand is in pulsing of veins,

In our tears, laughs deranged.

We demand!

We wait for a change.

We can't brag that our eyes're full of wisdom, no way!

And that our hand gestures are skilled,

We don't need all this shit to fathom each other's chagrin.

Cigarettes in our hands, tea on the tray,

That's how the circle completes.

And all of the sudden we're scared to change a thing.

Our hearts're sorely demanding a change,

Our eyes're likewise demanding a change.

This demand is in pulsing of veins,

In our tears, laughs deranged.

We demand!

We wait for a change.