Пол и потолок [Pol i potolok] [English translation]

When your first dream melts away

Like the wind tears away a flower.

Look, with you were two

The floor and the ceiling, the floor and the ceiling.

So between the two lights

The day sways with a faint filament

And they dance a strange dance

The light, light shades.

If for familiar songs

Strings you will not be able not adjust,

Shout, suddenly two will hear you

The floor and the ceiling, the floor and the ceiling.