Картонные крылья любви [Kartonnye kryl'ya ljubvi] [English translation]

Cold times again, winter for years

And angels fly to the south

We are taking off tomorrow, you go towards the sunrise

And I seem to go to the sunset

BUt I will flush off the ground

Like a dog sets free from its chain

And move up to the clouds

And I will enter the clouds

My country is far from here

But I will find you there

Oh, cardboard wings

are the wings of love

Water and oar, freedom and evil

What to do and whose fault is it?

All this will pass away - fly to the sunrise

And me, so be it, to the sunset.