Ругань из-за стены [Rugan' iz-za steny] [English translation]

And who of them's right - I do not care, because I need both of them -

I'm already used to fall asleep with swearing behind the wall.

Shreds of their serious adult words do not prevent me from seeing dreams -

I'm already used to fall asleep with swearing behind the wall.

Again I dream that I can safely gain height and reach the sky,

Funny, isn't it - if I'm flying, then it means I grow.

City behind the curtains will let the darkness pour into my room,

And I will leave my home, right through the ceiling.

Through the neighbors' apartments, past the antennas on the roof of our nine-storey building, -

This isn't difficult or scary.

All the houses below look like they're stacked out of cubes,

And I am probably the size of a pea from down there.

Cars are tiny, as if they're toys,

Seems like I can play with any of them,

Just grab and ride it wherever you want, - It's just like sandbox.

My flight won't end until I come back home, a night older than I was,

Until my mom and dad figure out who of them's right.

But they don't notice me behind the glass window,

Barking at each other like they're some kind of stray dogs

In a raised voice, they're fighting again

And thinking that I'm sleeping peacefully in my bed,

But I'm not there - I'm where the clouds and stars are.

And doesn't matter that I'm not allowed to leave so late.

And who of them's right - I do not care, because I need both of them -

I'm already used to fall asleep with swearing behind the wall.

Shreds of their serious adult words do not prevent me from seeing dreams -

I'm already used to fall asleep with swearing behind the wall.

Again I dream that I can safely gain height and reach the sky,

Funny, isn't it - if I'm flying, then it means I grow.

City behind the curtains will let the darkness pour into my room,

And I will leave my home, right through the ceiling.

Dawn breaks the new day's dark packaging

From the same side just like it did yesterday.

Little figures walk to the bus stations,

From the mom's cezve comes a strong coffee smell.

It means that I've flown enough, gotta go to school.

The runway of my bed is waiting for me at home,

But when I land, they already won't be together.

I will become a small instrument of great vengeance,

Able to hurt others against my own will

With the soccer ball flying through the field.

From player to player, from gate to gate,

Mom, Dad! I do not want these flights!

And who of you's right - I do not care, I need both of you -

I'm already used to fall asleep with swearing behind the wall.

Shreds of your serious adult words do not prevent me from seeing dreams -

I'm already used to fall asleep with swearing behind the wall.

Again I dream that I can safely gain height and reach the sky,

Funny, isn't it - if I'm flying, then it means I grow.

City behind the curtains will let the darkness pour into my room,

And I will leave my home, right through the ceiling.