Любовь [Lyubov'] [English translation]

We hang out in the streets and the streets

smile back in our eyes.

[We are so] alive, colourful! The most important is,

never look back!

Spring has filled us with the optimism

of serial suicide!

We went outside and we're dancing

in dirty puddles on the tune of crying birds!

Cries of enlightened birds!

And this is it. Somehow, that's how we live.

If we run out of luck, we'll just have to wait.

And love, like a downpour,

covers us from the head down.

Covers us from the head down.

Answers to those questions are hard to come by

in the 2000's...

The stars fell to the ground1, the trains left

in the late 90's...

Nobody will tell [us] about

what this so sorely needed freedom is:

all the rock'n roll heroes got dead drunk

and forgot their names!

They forgot their names...

And this is it. Somehow, that's how we live.

If we run out of luck, we'll just have to wait.

And love, like a downpour,

covers us from the head down.

Covers us from the head down.

1. like dead leaves