Про Тебя [Pro Tebya] [English translation]

You are made of the old, forgotten things

Vinyl from the seventy-sixth year

Of torn strings and shattered ideas

Of the songs about summer and autumn

Of letters from friends and the newspaper articles

Of dubious meetings and farewells

Of rising and falling and common favours

And the promises given in vain

You are made of the sky, flowers and love

Of the night and day, without a doubt

Of the long roads, of water and earth

Of cold and the fog

You are made of the smoke and faithful friends

And all the unquestionable truths

Of the sorrows and joys, of light and the shadow

And maybe of someone else's thoughts

You are made of the old, forgotten things

Left by someone by the entrance

You are made of the kind people

And you fit in very well

You fit in very well

Yes, you fit in with that...