25-й этаж [25-i etazh] [English translation]

Hello to you my third Rome

Your lonely pilgrim

Came back to the town of youth in search of fire,

On the crossroads of all time,

Winged with July's wind,-

With summer's rains, welcome, welcome me...

Who went off past three seas,

Will have enough strength to return,-

Fly through the wind as an unwritten letter.

While the sun pours lemon juice

And the sugar sands melt,

And the warm evening is so clear, nimble...

My love lives on the 25th floor,

Your soul is calling me - and now I'm learning how to fly,

My love lives on the 25th floor,

My soul is flying to your soul...

Canals and bridges they don't sleep,

And the midnight flowers

With magical scent will fill up all the words,

Where in the golden glim of headlights

The boulevard is floating in the air,

Touching of the sleepy clouds ever so slightly...

You believe birds and poems,

Stars run down your cheeks,

And in dark puddles lights reflect.

The whole city smells of gasoline,

And like mint snow on your lips

Will thaw a love story with these days.

My love lives on the 25th floor,

Your soul is calling me - and now I'm learning how to fly,

My love lives on the 25th floor,

My soul is flying to your soul...

You are so far away from me,

It's not easy to get to you,

You're somewhere in the sky amongst the stars

And petals fall off withered roses.

I'll wait forever to see you again

'Til I learn how to dream,

'Til I learn how to love,

'Til I learn how to fly.

My love lives on the 25th floor,

Your soul is calling me - and now I'm learning how to fly,

My love lives on the 25th floor,

My soul is flying to your soul...