Небо, цвета дождя [Nebo, tsveta dozhdya] [English translation]

For a long time we sang about light, but we walked in the twilight,

We didn't notice in the chatter

As the wind played glassy strings,

Connecting our souls to the ground.

We walked so far and chased high secrets,

We walked because it couldn't be otherwise

And those guarding the house fell silent and melted,

One by one melted, melted, melted in rainy sky.

The fingers of the October saints were tender,

Only faces I haven’t already seen,

It's my fault, I didn’t apparently cope like the painter

Or forgot all the words, when I wanted to sing.

Nothing, January soon will be crackled behind all the fences

Stirring, teasing with icy-cold drink to justify

If I couldn’t resist, but I see, that I am falling,

Falling, falling, falling and falling in rainy sky

Some said that they also had the wings,

The living water was full of their eyes,

But good words had a bad and dusty smell.

They lead us again, but where, no any notice.

There is the transparent silence in the heavens

And everything is flawless and clear to talk:

No time, meaning we are no longer waiting

And rising into the blue with the heart like the hawk

To bless the burning earth with the raining.

Such endless colors I have never seen before,

When I came behind up the horizon,

I saw that my nets were empty and no one to trap.

There never was, never, never, never…

There never was rainy sky.