Электричество [Elektrichestvo] [English translation]

My job is simple: I look at the light

A tune visits me; I pick out (choose) words.

But every night, when the star rises,

I can hear lapping of unreal waves. (lit. – ‘of waves that are not here.’)

My way is longer than this path behind [my] back.

And I remember what was shown me:

White city in the distant hills;

Light from high stars on the road back home.

But electricity looks in my face,

And asks for (begs for) my voice;

But I say, ‘the one who saw the city,

Doesn't need your ring’.

[it’s] too early for circus

Too late to start a trip for the Holy Land.

We are moving slowly, just like wax melts;

It makes no sense anymore

Hail (greeting), children of colourless days!

If I were a crimson-red bird,

I’d take you home.

If I were…

(any) Every house has upward windows*.

One can make a step outside every door.

But if your path is printed in asphalt with chalk (chalked\drawn with chalk)

Where will you go, when the snow falls?**

But electricity looks in my face,

And asks for (begs for) my voice;

But I say, ‘the one who saw the city,

Doesn't need your ring’.