В небо жене [V nebo zhene] [English translation]

you lick off salt out of my lips

I play again with past time and quorums

how pain is smoothed do you know tips

pain doesn’t go with this motor roars

and for so long we hide again

thoughts among words are felt like an old scar

a touch of hand soothes the pain

as always pain wanders where words are

into the sky into the sky into the sky

memories are crowded

wind’s catching us wind’s catching us wind’s catching us

but we still without it

you lick off salt out of my lips

I let it go the past time and quorums

moment has passed feel bracing grips

the wind of spring with this motor roars

into the sky into the sky into the sky

memories are crowded

wind’s catching us wind’s catching us wind’s catching us

but we still without it