Две войны [Dve voyny] [English translation]

Storeys are flashing, upward, to the roof.

Probably, you're alive, but I can't hear your laughter.

In tight world we stuck, we kept silent to the rhythm,

They were disturbing us, during forty five

Minutes the body was aching, it wanted this,

But it failed to tell you.

Chorus:

There are two different wars in the head,

There are two different springs, one winter,

There are two thin strings in a sleeve,

If we'll get to the bottom, we'll have gone mad.

It becomes warmer, but we don't see -

We were lost in the war, there's no other event.

Steel ropes were being torn, we are grenades.

There at the tenth storey, only five

Seconds the job was lasting, and it failed...

I know I'm losing you again.

Chorus:

There are two different wars in the head,

There are two different springs, one winter,

There are two thin strings in a sleeve,

If we'll get to the bottom, we'll have gone mad.