Лифт [Lift] [English translation]

The elevator goes noiselessly

It goes awfully fast

It flies from the earth to the sky

And from the sky to the earth.

On its way it makes

About three or four stops

And at every one of them

It will stop for a moment.

At the first stop

There's a scent of a New Year tree

Children sing and dance in rounds

And fight in the yard

There's a scent of the joy of discovery

There's a scent of the fear of punishment

There's a scent of cough syrup

There's a scent of mother's coat.

You fly up on the second floor

Lightly, like a bird

And your purpose in life

For you is as clear as a day.

In your head there's wind and wine

Fairies are dancing above you

And your pillow holds

The light scent of their perfume.

And you still look at the sky

Where the fairies danced only yesterday

But they aren't fairies any longer

September's getting at them.

There's a scent of the hay instead of May

There's a scent of someone's harvest

Your neighbour's celebrating something again

And it's the first time when you don't get an invitation.

The further it goes, the more it speeds up

The last floor lies ahead

There's a scent of char and hospital

And of sadness, and of silence.

There's a lamp shining dimly

There's a bucket and a mop

The dancers have taken off their shawls

And are washing their make-up off.