Прятки (Pryatki)
Molchat Doma
Hide and Seek
We sit at the table
You across from me
I'm not in the mood
But you want fire
I look at you
And I want it too
Let the rum flow
On your candle
You get up and go
Through the dancing hall
You drink from the glass
What was left unsaid
Faces dissolve
And other voices
We go to have fun
And miracles await us!
Morning will start with February
Becoming firm and warm
And my calendar scattered all doubts and other crap
Into the immaculate distance, all that solid crap...
Doors close and lights go out
You and I remain alone today
We will try
To live our days and keep going
Step by step higher
I'll steal you away
You breathe intermittently
Rocking the star
You hold in your hands
A black sheet
And we joyfully sink
In this sweet paradise
Stars dim beneath us
Because we're high
You kick a new volume of Foucault
And it falls to the floor, not having time to guess what I want to see
What I want to know...
Morning will start with February
Becoming firm and warm
And my calendar scattered all doubts and other crap
Into the immaculate distance, all that solid crap...
Doors close and lights go out
You and I remain alone today
We will try
To live our days and keep going
