Почути [Pochuty] [English translation]

Allow me to hear the frank quiet of silence

To look inside once again, to do something foolish

You complimented with choir the last niche of the solo

You let me go and the railway is dragging, is carrying me

Let me enjoy it til the end, to finish drinking the last keys

They tear me apart-cut me open, I have to hear them

We gave away the touching, the looks,the photos via electricity

We scanned and emailed our souls

Chorus:

The tan will fade away

To buy in a compartment (of a railway car), to leave at five

The following day will become thirst

But I'm staying there, just like you

Trains pushed the bunkbeds different ways

We clutched our phones, waiting for the sim cards to start working

We left behind the prices in wet stones

To see you soon, or to hear you

We don't need your bodies, not at all

Just come closer and put your hands up

To be sad, to waste time, to weave restlessness

Sometimes it happens that memories give birth to sounds

(chorus x2)