Мёртвый сезон [Mortvyy sezon] [English translation]

Weak link. Wires — to birds.

To winter on. Does to a palm.

Through fire and water. Glory's not a broom.

Last year's snow. A dream before the last one.

Least of evils, blew into sails.

Gray wine, hating behind one's back

To believe in wonders. Just lucky.

Ashes and sand, gentleness and anguigh.

Like a stone on the chest, storms are ahead.

Low horizon, rib-like knives.

Wind, tell me, how do I go on.

I cannot remember, I cannot forget.

Weak link. Muddy watter.

Palmtrees will burn down. Sorrow's not a trouble.

Dates, cities. Lose control.

Make up a number, divide by zero.

Summer, go away. Wraith of changes.

By ink with milk. Captivity of promises.

Like silver. With a bullet at the temple.

Ashes and sand, gentleness and anguigh.

Like a stone on the chest, storms are ahead.

Low horizon, rib-like knives.

Wind, tell me, how do I go on.

I cannot remember, I cannot forget.