Безвоздушная тревога [Bezvozdushnaya trevoga] [English translation]

Fate has changed its plans again

The stone thrown away has fallen back from the sky

It used to be one thing and now it's another

Fragmented pieces join in a chain

Evrey phone call is a corpus delicti

Jerusalem holds me tightly

Breathe evenly,

captain of my wild soul,

Air alarm* sounds so strange in this city

Don't make haste to live,

don't give up, don't become cheap

The air alarm will come and go in the night

This picture is overcoloured

One loves sincerely but fails

Something has gone wrong again in heaven

The tin soldier is cowering against his stake

He is surrounded, or, more precisely, sursquared**

The time has come to pay and end the war