Потёртые Джинсы [Potertie Dzhinsi] [English translation]

morning, go out on the field

when sleep is your favourite city

morning swim in the sea

when it has no sink

morning calls into the distance

lonely light calls off into the distance ...

in flight above the ground

I see a city-dreams

in which there is no pain

under the roofs of houses is light

it gives people the love and ban

He gives hope

fire and water - it is somewhere between

I hear the city of dreams my heart

Night of the road - worn jeans

winds, people dream

cold walls of the first snow hugging

about beauty

High flight magic sleep

morning, go out on the field

when sleep is your favourite city

morning swim in the sea

when it has no sink

morning calls into the distance

lonely light calls off into the distance ...

in flight above the ground

I feel the city - in which no tears

purple passion tongue of fire

swallowed sadness - dance of the city

only where freedom of impulse

pulse beats

Freedom beats the voice

somewhere far away a light is calling

I touch people's thoughts

they are easy - as the smoke from cigarettes

as the first snow

as the first rays

which dissolved the tears the night

Teach wind

morning, go out on the field

when sleep is your favourite city

morning swim in the sea

when it has no sink

morning calls into the distance

lonely light calls off into the distance ...

in flight above the ground

golden domes of the city are covered with

they can be to touch

and stroke

any desires

love letters

on television

reflected in the eyes of a bright light

the golden sands of fresh blood

foundations of the city near and far

steep banks

I feel my heart

the road as my jeans

winds, thoughts soar

single spark somewhere beckons ...

morning, go out on the field

when sleep is your favourite city

morning swim in the sea

when it has no sink

morning calls into the distance

lonely light calls off into the distance ...