для тех кто влюблен [Dlia teh, kto vliublion] [English translation]

Don't stand so close to me;

The air is too see-through here,

And the year is already filled completely

By its abundance of lethalities.

My friends give me advice, but you know,

It's weird that I don't hear a word

And stand on this threshold,

Not knowing how to keep going.

And maybe I will make a step,

One more step into this abyss.

And the moment the train starts moving,

We will make eye contact for the first time.

And maybe I will sit over here,

Looking at leaves fall,

And think slowly about what those people do

Who act like those who are in love.

We used to have a strategy;

You must remember how it used to end up.

So everything's under control;

You can stay calm.

Although love is a strange thing,

And nobody knows what it will say,

But we are all mature people,

We rarely take risks without consequences.

In fact, what can we do?

Only tell fairy tales

And believe in electrical power, forgetting

That we used to know how to do something ourselves.

Or maybe late at night,

When no one will here,

Looking at the fading star,

Pray for what those who are in love do.

So, what became of bad children,

Those who never listened to adults?

They left for somewhere and their return is unlikely,

And we will cross out their phone numbers,

And we will make our walls more sturdy,

And we will keep silent, and the silence

Will play weird games with us.

And maybe, the day will be sunny,

And maybe, the night will be weird,

Meaning that something has happened,

Although everything remained as it was.

And alone, if needed so,

Since this star doesn't fade,

I will forget everything I must

And will act as those who are in love do.