Мир потерянных вещей [Mir poteriannyh veschey] [English translation]

I'm losing friends for whom money is important

I'm losing illusions, I'm forgetting my childhood dreams

I'm losing last traces of strength to find a world

Where all the lost pens and all the apartment keys could be found

And you're waiting for me in the world of lost dreams

In the world of missing things

Beside the wall overgrown by dry ivy, with your feet in a stream

I'm losing my mind and those who would say: ''Hold on''

Life is sweeping routes, it's disappearing drop by drop

I'm losing ability to love, I'm losing the meaning

And then I lose balance and... I fall down

And you're waiting for me in the world of lost dreams

In the world of missing things

Beside the wall overgrown by dry ivy, with your feet in a stream

I would swim, but rivers are covered with ice

The stars lost your trail

I don't know the way to your house

And there are no road signs...

One must be very weak to fall that often

One must be very stupid to rise again later

I'm sitting in a dirty puddle wearing thin transparent dress

And I don't know what to do: to cry or to laugh

And you're inviting me to the world of lost dreams

to the world of missing things

Beside the wall overgrown by dry ivy, with your feet in a stream

I would swim, but rivers are covered with ice

The stars lost your trail

I don't know the way to your house

And there are no road signs...