Крылья [Krylʹya] [English translation]

We are ravaged by vain hopes

We are only prisoners of our own dreams

We are deprived of the light, we don't believe in the God

We are running among stars that are getting cold

In the morning usual running in the circle starts

Works, worries, they can't be counted (a lot of)

The game where we've lost each other

Say me, what for do I need good news?

Wings are put down on the ground

We'll never fly to the light anymore

Do not call for love in the university that

have been forgotten by the God - love isn't here anymore

We were poor but were saint

Heaven shined because of our love

But we were rounded by the world temptation

We've become strangers for each other