Ихтиандр [Ihtiandr] [English translation]

Diving suits with odious creases,

With one movement of his hand

Ichthyander rips to pieces,

Shiny pieces on the sand.

But you just can't understand him,

Everything's stirred in your mind.

With you he just doesn't want to

Breathe the selfsame air confined.

Having closed his eyes, he's cutting

Soggy velvet of the dark.

It's just that he doesn't want to

See the things that you see stark.

It don't matter whether he were...

He's already touched seabed.

Other sky awaits him there

And the other ocean depth,

And the other ocean depth...

Ocean water coddles up him

As it sways him in wet arms.

Grief and fear do not dare

Touching him with painful charms.

When he wakes up, his heart will ache,

Will moan from despair again.

That's why he rips suits to pieces,

Shiny pieces on the sand.

Shiny pieces on the sand...

Shiny pieces on the sand...