Облака [Oblaka] [English translation]

They are floating from far away with little courage

Swinging in the winds

I am the one who's on the right

And my caravella is altering thу shapes of misty lines

And we have nowhere to hurry to

Our path is buedened by the meekness of freedom

We can only float, float, and float

Whirling arounв the Earth in the eternal round-dance

We are letting days go, covering our clothes in blood

Of scarlet swastika of skies

Meeting them, leaned to the bed-head

Disbanding the golden brocade by threads

We are the spirits of those who are burried nearby

We are reflected in multiple eyes

From the hopelessly dead in 40 passes

Wholly penetrated with the starfalls

We are alive, light, and gentle

We splatter in the blindingly turqoise stream

We are getting lost in the boundless shores

We ecome something completely new

And the birds are flying in a tired row,

Altering the limitless pattern of the sky,

They are still looking for the way home.