Сказка [Skazka] [English translation]

Once more a new day breaks

Another morning beams through the window like a floodlight,

And the phone is silent: it's switched off

Again there's no sun in the sky

Another fight, and every man for himself,

But to me it seems, this sun -

It is no more than a dream.

Reflections upon a window

A fairytale with an unhappy ending

An odd adventure...

And the rain chatters like a machine gun

And in the streets, autumn is coming

And a wall of clouds like bricks, stand strong

And the trees have fallen ill with a blight

They took sick back in spring

And their leaves will be blown away from open hands

Fluttering down upon us all.

Reflections upon a window

A fairytale with an unhappy ending

An odd adventure...

So then she will come.

Get ready, she will say... come on,

Give your body up to the earth,

But this being still has not finished the song

I mean, this body has never felt passion.

An unnatural affair...

Reflections upon a window

A fairytale with an unhappy ending.

An odd adventure...