Будь моим смыслом [Bud moim smyslom] [English translation]

I'm painting yellow lizards, pink snakes, Crazy clouds, sirens that sing into them. The heaven gets darken out of window

I hold the heaven in my arms, on the smooth surface of walls

These mountains, these rivers are covered with ice

I called them with your name, snowstorm has hide the sky

Burning sin will rise then

Here will be flowers and forests, soon April will come

Please, be mine, please, be my purport

We are alone in all the world, right in the hearts of my paintings

All the world is invented, all the world of invented truths

I need your warmth, I want to be your purport.

Somebody's crying out of the window, somebody's called

Somebody's feet are hurrying, rains sounds like rustle of turning pages

I'm painting holiday's bright salute

Flowers, balls and flags, thousands of happy faces

Please, be mine, please, be my purports

We are alone in all the world, right in the hearts of my paintings

All the world is invented, all the world of invented truths

I need your warmth, I want to be your purport.

Somebody's crying out of the window, somebody's called

Somebody's feet are hurrying, rains sounds like rustle of turning pages

All my work is senseless without you Music and verses, noise of rain and singing of birds