Люди, попавшие в шторм [Ludi, popavshie v shtorm] [English translation]

They showed your film in the evening broadcast

The one about people caught in a storm

About feelings which have no eyes

Friends and neighbors laughed a lot

And thought it's about them

Not knowing it's about us

I was so surprised when in an interview you've said

That's you've read my book

And was shaken by it

That you based the screenplay on it

A pity you didn't write it

For you've seen the same dream.

It so happened that my painful labor has become a bestseller,

Even though there are plenty of other

Books which aren't less strange

Everybody recognizes themselves in my characters

Though I wrote about us

Everyone think it's about them

Sometimes I have to answer the question:

Where do these thoughts come from,

So many strange plot lines?

I always respond that everything's trivially simple

In my monotonous life

But I like to watch films

I'll hide your image, having wiped off the dust

Deeper and further away

Behind the photo albums, letters and books

Behind the black-and-white landscape

Where the trees, fogs, and ices

Are entangled into a web of bridges

This relationship is like a spider web

Language having neither gestures nor words

And yet both of us could have been normal people

Good that it didn't turn out this way

And that we are the way we are

Today, I've bought a tape with a soundtrack

Spent the evening in headphones

Listening to the songs

About people who got into a storm

Tied up in a paper boat

About hair which didn't like hairpins

About the weakness, angry and fearless

About feelings which don't have eyes

But forced to survive nevertheless

About cities and deserts

About us, exhausted in ecstasy

I'll hide your image, having wiped off the dust

Deeper and further

Behind the photo albums, letters and books

Beyond the black-and-white landscape

Where the trees, fogs, and ices

Are entangled into a web of bridges

These relationships are like a spider web

Language having neither gestures nor words