Линия [Liniya] [English translation]

My questions to you have no answers,

a heavy weight sits on my chest, I, I need air.

Words have been read out from the crib sheet,

expressly she will make a noise right away,

she is the one that boggles a mind at once.

I don’t care, ‘cause it’s already too late to do anything,

I lie on the ground, I, I need air.

Changes – bang! – and here they are, lips were never kissed,

but came to cost no more than dust.

The line

is a thin thread through a name,

it’s unbearable to love you,

give me strength to understand, let me go,

if you can – forgive me.

The line

separated us into “you” and “me”,

it seems I need to forget you,

give me strength to understand, to let you go,

it will be hard to forgive.

Endlessly in her own search of mistakes

she reiterates the same “I’ve, I’ve decided this way”,

she has lost her white feathers,

and hardly believes herself,

she believes it all will go away, that time heals.

You hear gibberish, hang on: all the same notes,

just don’t whine, don’t put out our intentions.

She mixed to hell the moves, misunderstood the game’s score,

and what do we do with her now?

The line

is a thin thread through a name,

it’s unbearable to love you,

give me strength to understand, let me go,

if you can – forgive me.

The line

separated us into “you” and “me”,

it seems I need to forget you,

give me strength to understand, to let you go,

it will be hard to forgive.

We aren’t there where the earth,

being 90 percent of time below zero,

believes in us, divides us mutely into parts,

and the nerves are the spares for dreams.

It, perhaps, will settle everything right –

the time. The universe is you, and I’m not

just the line.

The line

is a thin thread through a name,

it’s unbearable to love you,

give me strength to understand, let me go,

if you can – forgive me.

The line

separated us into “you” and “me”,

it seems I need to forget you,

give me strength to understand, to let you go,

it will be hard to forgive.